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Oh (is it) Canada?



Our Parliament buildings look wondrous fashioned in stone Unlike Westminster no crypts, no bodies or a single bone Filled with portraits of many a great men A time when nation building and discourse ended with amen.

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A country given birth in the Plains of Abraham French and Indian the English they did damn Long in its journey to go it alone, Constitution and Charter, Trudeau took from the throne. Gone is the glory of men and fury Now left with puppetry and a hollow jury Politicians embattled in no true cause Seeking justice via empty laws. Ignatieff sits perched on a cliff lost by direction His true Brutus lays dormant in a reddish complexion Scholar and Freemason but empty of passion Of credibility and grit he is lacking the ration. Layton the great socialist empties his arms Torture and justice must bring alarm While a great singer with guitar in hand The public will not make him leader of this great land. And what about the separatist named Duceppe Cunning and careful a new Canada ready to prep Wolfe draws fury in the back of his mind A cause far much greater he still remains blind. Harper relishes in this tragic comedy Waiting for the final sermon and eventual homily Stern and confident in his battle plan Unlike Louis Riel this strategist readies his clan. Joseph Pede


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