Thursday, 3 April 2014

Our Vets Have Been Voided!

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}


These times are fraught with most ill favour,
a muted trumpet whose sound lies limp.
It cannot speak, its glory stopped,
chambered in a valve to rot.

Die you devils
Dark as agents,
You cannot kill our sound, our voice,
Though it be gentle, timid and humble
It is here forever

Oh happy song
that shakes our heart
that stirs the tiger
and makes him start
to burn inside
to feel alive
to leap an infinite mile wide.

Terrible trumpet 
trample it down 
deep into the jaws of the ground.
Wild trumpet
burst in song.
Bubble, banter
Please bleet on!

Break the devil’s beautiful bones,
make him screech
make him moan.
Tear out your mute,
                                    No longer shy,
                                                              Cry to bleed,
                                                                                     Sigh to try!