Poem: ‘Rt. Honourable Ghost’

 

For 22 years he ruled Parliament Hill, now he’ll stare you down from the $50 bill

It’s always been hard to know what exactly he stood for

Our steward through the Great Depression and the 2nd World War

No one’s done more to steer this country’s fate

He built the foundations of our welfare state

He was partisan, Presbyterian and he never took a wife

He believed in communication with the afterlife

He said there’s only one way to govern this crazy Dominion

Never get too far out in front of the public’s opinion

But he was no fool and I suspect he figured voters tend to re-elect

Those politicians who will promise more

and provide them things they think they don’t pay for

 

Is it the Canadian way just to muddle through and split the difference of opposing views?

In a land built on bargains and realities realized

Built by men of principle whose first principle was compromise

But he set us clearly in the trolley tracks

Where it’s tough to turn, it seems we can’t turn back

If we’ve not come too far, we’re surely getting close

They say the poison is always in the dose

His followers seem guided by just one big idea

First declare a crisis then sell the voters a panacea

But with bureaucratic mission creep

Vested interests get dug in so deep

And legislatures with each new statute

Seek to regulate or redistribute

 

Behold the march of the mandarins; is there anything they don’t now figure in?

Madly off in all directions, relentlessly they interfere

When and why did this siege begin? It’s by stealth they seem to always win

Ah… the hubris of the social engineer

 

So late one night when those cool winds blow, take that drive up the Gatineau

You can wander through his ruins; you can stand where he once sat

To take advice from his dead mother and his dogs named Pat

And should there appear an apparition of your venerable host

Would you ask for me a question of this Right Honourable Ghost?

Did he ever see, did he ever fear, did he ever even figure

On a world in which year after year his Leviathan grows bigger?

For every bump in the road of our country’s evolution

We now look to government to provide the solution

Until tax and spend becomes the means and end

It’s bureaucrats upon whom we depend, from the cradle to the grave

‘Til like the Mariposa Belle we are saved, we are saved!

For 22 years he led this democracy

Would you ask him please, how he views his legacy?

 

By James Frazer

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