Go Back To Sleep Mar 9th,2011 Poem by James Bredin

Sometimes I can see trouble in the distance coming down the road,
Usually some foreign despot dictator screaming in code,
Like one of our politicians in a parliamentary debate,
Making an officious announcement that things are always great.

Though he knows that less than half Canadians bother to vote,
And nothing can change so we can stay on electoral remote,
Where proportional representation is strictly forbidden,
And anomalies in first-past-the-post are always hidden.

Where mid term and propositions and set-date elections are unknown,
And Trudeau’s Charter was written for “EVERYONE” in all zones,
Where death with dignity is a serious criminal offence,
According to our appointed Supreme Court arrogance.

Mar 9th,2011