The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - The Stuff of Nightmares
The Stuff of Nightmares
They have this national ID kit ready to launch,
‘Cause they believe that you are ready, true and staunch,
With your picture, blood type, skin color and hair,
They’ll announce it at a meeting and declare it’s fair.
It’s red cards for Liberals and blue for most others,
And a red maple leaf stamp for those bilingual brothers,
Special treatment from the new huge government board,
Your record, DNA, fingerprints, they’ll horde
Your height, your weight beside the color of your eyes,
Your relatives and friends and those, with whom you have ties,
A list of all the fanatics you’ve watched on TV,
Or if you ever talked to a girl named Marie.
Your religion, health card number and attitude,
You’ll wear it day and night just to show your gratitude,
Whether you’re homo, hetro or maybe just inclined,
Is this for refugees or to stop our own kind?