Born of a heritage
Said honourable,
Till left in a state
Of lost in translation,
Thus held in bondage
As easily manipulable,
For malicious consent
By malcontents
Of adverse adage,
Who’d force feed
The weak-kneed
Their ever-vile style
Of poutine national ism,
As this radical breed
Act out their roles,
That sews divisive seed
Of political looters,
To satisfy greed’s need
That exclude all others
Not of a heritage
Lost in translation!