by Nancy Snipper
In
Canada’s fields the souls now fall
of
those who risked their lives for all.
And
now these vets are left behind
with
other heroes of great heart and mind.
No
gathering place to call their own,
All
they get is to suffer alone.
Can’t
be with others to share those times
Where
bravery and fear were their only life-line.
To
war they went, now home they die
Not
by the enemy but by the Harper cry.
So
cold of heart, so bleak of mind
A leader
whose only care
is to
kill their pride.
It’s
so unfair.
Is
this the way to thank them all?
Bleed
them dry and take their dough
Oh
Steven Harper, you reap what you sow.
“Oh
Canada, our home and native land,
True
patriot love”
(in a
song, but not for man!!)
{Written in response to Canada’s
closing veteran offices}
{Écrit en réponse au fermeture des bureaux vétéran par le Canada}
