Take time out for poems which reflect on our social and political environment.
Motion to toss the nogoodniks
From Nipissing’s fair body of water to the triangular rump of the Yukon
something isn’t right, and hasn’t been since last Spring.
So some have asked the Supreme court, to determine a vote’s worth:
Is it a negative x-ercise that’s outlived itself,
Or does some uncompromisable principle underwrite the thing?
They’ve heard the motion called “frivolous” and “vexatious,”
Presumably by those who’d prefer the social contract breeched,
Their nation’s souls either bound in chains, or ravaged by civil war.
Le cri de cœur, can nonetheless be heard,
From souls asking if,
From Canada’s sagging belly to its frigid head
Machiavellian politicians are bred in the bone?
And should they toss, with the ballots,
all the nogoodniks from their seats?
If not,
How do they refresh, not just the civic spirit, but also the vote?