We sometimes have an election though less than half of us go,
Can’t vote for our senators or prime minister by name though,
He/she is chosen by a political party in some back room,
Like the Senate appointees - secretly quietly out of view... boom.
And issues like death-with-dignity are whispered - not out loud,
Because you might be considered to be from the wrong crowd,
And who are you but a number who seldom even votes?
Could be compared to someone from a flock or herd of goats.
Why are Canadians having such a hard time with this conundrum?
Treated as if we didn’t count and were considered very humdrum,
While the Ottawa aristocrats in the Red Chamber laugh,
And Canadians dare not show that we’ve been chafed.
http: //scarboroughont.blogspot.ca/
OCT 8TH,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you hate democrarcy so much, why don´t you move to North Korea?