The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Toronto the Good
Toronto the Good
In Toronto the good, guys get gunned down each weekend night,
The city seems to spiral downward in panic and fearful fright,
No one can shoot back because guns are forbidden, barred and banned,
So the fierce fatalities increase though itís hard to understand.
The dead guys of course lie on the floor, quite, dumb and numb,
Bit by the bullets on the dance floor to the beat of a drum,
The logic of this is completely lost to the guy who got shot,
While the dancers all fled and canít remember -- they all forgot.
And the politicians and lawyers all nod their collective heads,
Say itís not their fault; itís up in Ottawa; itís up to the feds,
As criminals, illegals and terrorists arrive every night,
Because theyíve been told, in Canada they have the Charter of Rights.
Is this message getting through or is it possible weíre this thick?
Do we need to get shot at a dance or hit with a brick?
Can we influence our politicians to change things around?
Or listen to their statistics that say that crime is going down?