The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Isolated in Ottawa
Isolated in Ottawa
Parliamentary democracy in Canada is an illusion,
Because the leaders lurk in Ottawa isolated in seclusion,
Though Parliament only sits about three months a year,
They seldom answer questions in an ongoing career.
Chretien rules by edict from within that cloistered place,
Appointing judges and senators and no questions ‘bout disgrace.
Definitely no questions to the high court appointees,
Before they wear their bright red coats or show any expertise.
And then this group changed the laws fifty eight times.
By what they read in Chretien’s Charter - not about the crime.
They allowed the homosexuals and the kiddy porn crowd,
And Indians fishing out of season to behave quite proud.
And parliamentary democracy did not change these laws,
But a group dressed up like Santa Clause to socialist applause,
In far-away Ottawa where they lived their shrouded lives,
No questions before or after and hope Canada survives.
And Canadians have been trained not to ask questions,
‘Bout money to Shawinigan or to even make suggestions.
‘Cause these Liberals will go out and buy another election.
With billions in the right place, they got from tax collection.