The Canada of my youth
Prior to the rise
Of Pierre Yves Elliott Trudeau
Was prosperous and debt free
Unburdened by a huge government bureaucracy
And its unfunded liabilities
But that all ended with Trudeau
That Canada is long gone
Like last winter's snowman
And in its place
Is a muddy patch
Of dead rotten grass
The very spot oozes
Like a carbuncle
In the Spring's heat
The stench is becoming awful
And it looks
More and more
Like something
A dog puked up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You think you've got it bad? ! : -)
I don't have it bad, but because of the reckless spending that has gone on and the bloated gov and its debt my grandchildren will in all likiehood be living in poverty. That is the problem when govs live beyond their means for a long time.