By

 

James Bredin

 

He grew up in a large ghetto of single mothers,

Fatherless boy with at least a thousand others,

Joined a large gang so that he could be strong and belong,

Because they were special above the ordinary throng.

 

In a jungle of socialist programs all on welfare,

That most ordinary people were hardly aware,

Where no one ever had a job or went to work,

It was fatherless babies increased welfare, you jerk.

 

Where the sound of gunshots could be frequently heard,

It meant nothing except to an outside officious nerd,

Because this is where his friends, the gang guys rule,

No photo ops here because it’s not safe or cool.

 

And now those cops want to catch him and send him to jail,

For killing three people so he can’t get no bail,

It’s not the cops he fears so much as the other gang,

He stood up for his own when his gun went bang bang.

 

And now he has respect and they pay attention to him,

Many single-mother girlfriends obey his every whim,

And cops can’t prove a thing because dead guys don’t talk,

Soft justice system and a lawyer and he just might walk.

 

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

 

Have you read the instructions that were not written well?

Translated from Chinese to Urdu to English to sell,

 On hidden parchment that looked like a Dead Sea scroll,

Hope you got it all right and didn’t loose control.

 

Though you read it twenty times, it made no sense,

It cost you fifty nine dollars and ninety seven cents,

Plus GST plus PST which put you back even more,

Should you bring it back again and holler and roar?

 

Add piece A to piece C and the other addition,

And you thought this was such a unique acquisition,

And now you’re sitting there looking stupid and dense,

Root canal without anaesthesia might have made more sense.

 

Monday, May 1, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

When countries become powerful they want to expand,

Their armies travel off to some other peoples’ land,

A battle here, a war there as history has shown,

Those that survive are heroes, pointed out and well known.

 

History is replete with these types of stories,

And afterwards they write about the dead and their glories,

Sometimes in books or on monuments of stone,

Since the Romans, Greeks and Egyptians, this is well known.

 

Nowadays it’s called peacekeeping so no one’s to blame,

The UN devised peacekeeping but the game is the same,

And off we go to some strange and god forsaken place,

Claiming bullets can fix things so there is no disgrace.

 

Surely someone somewhere can find a better way,

Accept that much of the world is in complete disarray,

It might be war, AIDS, starvation but nothing is resolved,

Though activists and media say all this can be solved.

 

There is no way much is going to change over there,

So please sit down and think now; why should we care?

Their dictators are in and democracy is out,

And only Israel seems to know what it’s all about.

 

I think that each country should pledge to walk alone,

Stay out of other people’s business and their war zones,

And those who threaten war or try to push the edge,

Should be sanctioned by a UN international judge.

 

Otherwise the UN has no reason to exist,

They now assist Swiss-account dictators, who persist,

And just as Saddam’s oil for food scandal disappeared,

Their wars and Kyoto communism are weird.

 

 

Friday, April 28, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Environmentalists scream and holler all the time,

With weird strange statistics at the turn of a dime,

The lakes are going down and the seas are rising up,

And we’re all going to turn the color of catchup.

 

And it might happen overnight with no warning,

And we might all wake up dead in the morning,

Their UN Kyoto Accord is the only way to go,

Liberals did it to us almost ten years ago.

 

Our economy linked to Kyoto is abnormal,

And our government seems to be stuck and it’s formal,

The corrupt adscam Liberals with all their pompous pride

It’s a communist Kyoto UN plot worldwide.

 

The Americans and Australians didn’t go along,

China and India got excused from this throng,

But Canadians got sucked in and now can’t get out,

Misguided Liberal altruism without a doubt.

 

Why should we help Swiss-account dictators far away?

Locked to Liberal adscam agenda in disarray,

Global taxation by UN Kyoto back door,

As they scream for more from the General Assembly floor.

 

Goody-two-shoe politicians with obligations,

Looking for a job with improved UN relations,

From Ottawa to New York in one swift move,

Shred all the evidence and have it all removed.

 

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

 

Where unwed mothers and fatherless boys like to lurk,

Gunshots in the night where no one ever goes to work,

So politically correct but out of control,

And the few apprehended are mostly on parole.

 

And it’s the cops who are at fault in this social struggle,

Badgering and bossy in this booming boondoggle,

Wearing guns and sticks and vests and other things,

But merely powerless observers, these uncrowned kings.

 

It was Trudeau’s Charter written by him from Quebec,

Meant more fatherless babies and a bigger welfare check,

Where everyone has rights to do anything they like,

Have a demonstration, a race riot or a strike.

 

Of course you don’t know because you’ve never been told,

About the bill of ghetto goods you’ve been sold,

They want a high level meeting with those on welfare,

They want to open the jails and fly on a wing and a prayer.

 

And as the people ponder this unholy mess,

Watch it on TV and read it in the press,

No referendums, no recall and no set election dates,

Numbed by guns, bullets, bodies, knives and no real debate.

 

Blame the cops and the gun makers they stress,

-- Not criminals or the political process,

Not pompous politicians with canned evasive answers,

In a sick society with undiagnosed cancers.

 

 

Sunday, April 23, 2006