By

 

James Bredin

 

The only thing that politicians fear is being recalled,

Slightest suggestion about this and they act appalled,

And they’re free until the next election to tax and spend,

Or find some meeting in the tropics to go and attend.

 

And pretend that they are doing government dealing,

And what they are doing could not be considered stealing,

They’ll increase spending and traveling while they can,

And until the next election, they don’t give a damn.

 

And you, dear docile voter, are helpless until then,

As they double their wages again and again,

As you sit helplessly wondering what you can do,

It’s called recall if we can ever have it pushed through.

 

While they claim they’ll address the fiscal imbalance,

Never mention their left wing socialist alliance,

And referendums too, they’ll make sure they are banned,

Don’t talk about it, mention it or even take a stand.

 

We have no control over politicians from hell,

Looking for the next photo op to say that they are swell,

We need referendums, recall and ombudsmen galore,

So they think about the people and they just can’t ignore.

 

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

In the year twenty fifty I’ll be long dead,

Difficult now to imagine things that far ahead,

Though life everlasting may be believed by some,

But those in the graveyard are not having much fun.

 

Hope you have figured out the problems of the world by then,

Don’t repeat the last century again and again,

Religion; the opiate of the masses and war,

Should be treated as something that most should ignore.

 

The powerful should be treated with little respect,

Especially if they propose war or a peacekeeping project,

And if the United Nations is as crooked as now,

Knock it down into the East River and plough.

 

Monday, April 3, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

I heard Ben Laden arrived in Toronto last night,

Claimed refugee status and all his Charter Rights,

He had three or four wives but it was hard to tell,

Immigration put them all up in a five star hotel.

 

He may be giving interviews later today,

But maybe not, in case he has to leave right away,

The Mounties may want to talk to him about over there,

He may just leave his wives here and let them go on welfare.

 

He says he likes the Trudeau/Chretien Charter a lot,

Written for “Everyone” in the world in case you forgot,

He’s due to give a lecture at the United Nations,

About Saddam oil-for-food scandal allegations.

 

He’s anxious about problems at the US border,

Wouldn’t want to be involved in any disorder,

But the UN guys will welcome him with open arms,

They recognize weird and wonderful oddballs and their charms.

 

And just because his boys shoot our Afghanistan fighters,

Is no need for a politician to be a backbiter,

The Trudeau/Chretien Charter was written for them all,

The appointed Supreme Court direct us as we crawl.

 

Saturday, April 1, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Should we thank Jean Chretien for our Kyoto cock-up?

And will Kyoto result in our taxes going up?

Mandatory commitment with jobs lost and why?

As UN environmentalists look down from the sky.

 

Because Americans and Australians are not in,

China and India excused so for them it’s win win,

When will Canadians say we’re had enough?

When will UN politicians stop strutting their stuff?

 

Who is pulling the strings and have we all gone mad?

When is the sky going to fall and is this very sad?

As we march in lock step to the beat of the UN drum,

Where went our pride and when did we succumb?

 

Why does so little of this seem to make sense?

Why are we afraid that we might cause offence?

Will our federal politicians develop back bone?

Or will they hedge their bets again and try to postpone?

 

Thursday, March 30, 2006