No One Complains... Mar 21st,2014 - Poem by James Bredin
We are so politically correct that no one complains,
Despite political and Supreme Court decisions that pains,
And media moguls never mention the problems to be solved,
If they delay and wait long enough the problems will disappear and dissolve.
We seem to be a country that’s very easily led,
By invisible appointed aristocrats - some with swollen heads,
As though it is a mortal sin to even think about change,
Insite clinic, drug addicts, free needles where nothing is strange.
Now that they get free needles, could they eventually get free drugs?
Will medically assisted death get even more empty shrugs?
Why are binding referendums and propositions never allowed?
By our Ottawa appointees or political party crowd?
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