O! Canada!
30 some million
supremely
arrogant souls
who know best
what is best
for the rest of us
all 7,000+ million or so.
o i know
interest rates,
the tax regime,
health care costs
come first-
are we ready to admit
our riches are embarrassment
in world that's slum
and poverty norm?
in such a global village
the very concept of culture
is a belly-jolting joke!
so
gullible reader
curled up in comfy chair
waiting
for poetry's affable spirit
to enwrap and awe you-
i'm sorry. you've stumbled
on wrong word-magician here.
now look me square in eye
i've something to whisper-
(give up the ghost)
there are fates far more final
than physical death; of that
let this be proof-
search your heart.
There are fates worse then death, such as having Stephan Harper as Prime Minister for close to a decade. The Canadian spirit is one of passive aggressiveness mixed with indifference, as for being a gullible reader, I need no safe romantic notions to keep me pacified. Your magic is realism, and I dig it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Arrogant souls! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.