Come One, Come All

The land of my birth is a country of incomparable 

breadth and beauty. Its forests and lakes, prairies 

and rivers, mountains and wide, deep valleys 

are a richness of nature's infallible creation. 

A land of aboriginal peoples and great hordes 

of immigrants investing their lives and the future 

of their children in its capacious geography and 

boundless promise. A land whose wealth in

natural resources, in metals and petroleum 

minerals and arable land are unmatched. The 

resourcefulness of its people in science and 

technology is superlative. Underpopulated and 

energetic in outlook its governments embrace 

ambitious world migrants to enrich its culture 

and industry. Eyes on the future, successive heads 

of government have chosen not to notice that

among those migrating to Canada visas are issued 

for war criminals whose pasts are shielded from public

scrutiny, and agents of repressive regimes with 

blood on their hands, while others violently agitate 

to disrupt and destabilize countries of their origins 

shrilly slandering and plotting heinous acts of terror. 

The while this country's prime minister sees no evil 

hears no evil while seeking induced consensus from 

a reluctant population for his favoured cults, hissing 

insults at those who disagree with the arrogance of

wholesale interference in the social weal and when

 charged with malcompetence and ethical lapses 

snarls at his opponents while laying fault elsewhere.