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False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient ears we listen,
			Future balanced if they achieve
			From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.

			In principle, fate is our blame
			Yet in our selfish pride,
			Our judgment shadows woeful shame
			Behind scapegoats fail to hide.

			Ballot fiends they all may be
			Watching poll numbers, plus or minus three,
			What will their victory bring to me
			After January twenty-three.
		
			Subsidized youth sports, gun control
			Child care dollars galore,
			A policy a day, and truth be told
			Campaign gifts are a chore.

			What matters East-West-South ‘n North
			Is that we get it right,
			While opponents bicker back and forth
			By cable, bus or flight.

			Success depends on unity
			Without it we’re a wreck,
			While one side suffers mutiny
			The Grits give Tories heck.

			The separatist Bloc` says “Let us go”
			Demanding sovereign freedom,
			White margarine and one-tongued-signs
			Does Canada really need them.

			The answer is, quite simply, oui`
			We cannot tear apart,
			Instead, honor all with dignity
			And make a brand new start.

			While men debate with pointed fingers
			On issues big or small,
			Our neighbor’s fear of terror lingers
			With plans to build a wall.

			Five billion they shall not relinquish
			While bring East to peace,
			Infernal war fires ne’r extinguish
			Diplomacy for lease.

			Denying partnership in war
			To Iraq we didn’t go,
			And up in space where eagles soar
			Again we said “Oh no”.

			Canada is not the States
			Their future is not ours,
			While Bush comments on us, berates
			His future quickly sours.

			When we look back upon these days
			In golden years of life,
			Will mirrored lakes obscure with haze
			Too thick for sharpened knife.

			Or does the future hold great treasure
			For Canadians, one and all,
			With strength and courage beyond measure
			Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.

			Like years before, each voter chooses
			With hopes and dreams of change and glory,
			But in the end there’s winners and losers
			Different writer, same old story.


			Scott Goldsberry

			December 30, 2005
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