For Shame, Canada!

Such mendacious hypocrisy could not go 
unrevealed forever, Canada. Now the world 
is aware that mild-mannered Canada despite 
its vaunted reputation for fair inclusivity and 
punctilious recognition of human rights
offering equality of opportunity to all is an 
outright sham. Canadians, it has been revealed 
through an internal study struck by the federal 
government to research the damning issue 
of missing and murdered Indigenous women 
and girls is a racist, degenerate society whose
crimes against Indigenous women and girls 
amounts to genocide. For the fact is that 
vulnerable demographic has been the target 
of violence and lethal attacks far in excess 
of their non-Indigenous counterparts. Leading 
inevitably to the accusation that their lives 
of privation and desperation reflect the result 
of a country whose institutions fail the needs
of this group abysmally. Mind, it is rather
a complicating factor that Indigenous men
are implicated in the commission of said
violence and murder. But the responsibility
is clear; Canada has failed in its obvious duty 
to save these women from the deadly blows 
of their tribal men. Men who are themselves 
the murderous victims of their own tribe 
far in excess of the lives taken of Indigenous 
women and girls. Yes, this is a conundrum 
of the reality of massively troublesome 
dysfunction of a frail culture yet nevertheless 
the culprit is genocidal Canada, a hair shirt
its non-Indigenous must henceforth wear. 

They Served

Old they are now in the late winter 
of their lives but in the spring of their
lifetime they answered to their nation's
call when the wild beast of National
Socialist fascism ran amok through
Europe enslaving one country after
another to the ambition of an Austrian
misanthrope determined to rid the
world of sub-human scum leaving only
the Aryan nation that Germany saw
itself to be, a conquering giant of 
military might. Britain stood alone
a bastion of stubborn resistance calling
upon its colonial satraps to respond
and they did; Australia, New Zealand
India and Canada trained their brawny
youth in a march against deadly tyranny
that America saw fit once attacked by
an honourary Aryan Axis-linked nation
to raise its flag and send its contingents
to release Europe from the yoke of its
misery. They served, witnessing not 
the glory of war but the gore that war
breeds and in the process those brave
young men facing an implacable enemy
died in their scores. Survivors recall
their comrades and the battles fought
and among their memories starving
civilian populations eclipsed finally
by the sight of Musselmen, skeletal
yet among the living, those scheduled
by the impeccable Nazi Final Solution
for obliteration, whom liberation gave
opportunity to mourn their dead while
living to see a future almost denied them.
Haunted now by night visions of the war
they fought with their comrades restive
in graves, they yet linger as mementos.

Lost Souls

Forlorn, lonely and bereft of human warmth
they are legion across the varied spectrum
of populations existing everywhere on this
globe, wondering at the lost purpose of
their lives, constantly reliving grief and loss
in regret, humble and miserable in the face of
a life they view of little value to themselves
and anyone else. Burdened under the
weight of endless unhappiness they turn
their faces grimly to busy their minds and
their bodies hoping that physical exhaustion
will lead them to anaesthetize their feelings.
In the process, they smile, make a valiant
effort to react normally in their surroundings
to interact socially with family and friends
in a manner reassuring to the outside world
settling nothing within their troubled souls.
Anxious and wearied with life's blows they
convince themselves to reach out to absolute 
strangers of whom they know nothing and 
through the ether of an Internet connection 
plead for friendship to enable them to ventilate
their misery hoping that distance and empathy
may somehow miraculously present a cure.

Tell No One

The spring forest thrums and vibrates
with the boisterous energy of life
renewed, a rain-sodden landscape
of droplet-bedecked vegetation
dripping steadily upon a forest floor
resembling a swamp cradling fallen
limbs and tree trunks of years past
among the generations of leaf mass
mulching the ground enriching the
soil cradling newly emerged bracken.
Not all is graceful ferns for this is
the time of woodland violets in bloom
of trilliums and Jack-in-the-Pulpits
and Lilies-of-the-Valley vying with
trout lilies and partrideberry for room
to flaunt their conceited pride of place.
When sun filters through the tree
canopy it turns the droplets into
scintillating diamonds, the bright
flowerheads into precious gems, the
entire forest gleaming and beaming
its pride in self, nature's sublime
expression of divine artistry reborn.

Shattered

It resembles the dead of winter
when all of nature is subdued, sunk
into a dead zone of penetrating cold
howling wind, a bleak monotone of
black and white, joy evaporated as
the hunger for colour and warmth
envelopes the shuddering mass of
humanity loathe to be exposed to the
excesses of nature's enforced decline
of all growing things, her creatures
desperately seeking to shield themselves
from prolonged exposure to the lethal
elements. It is an earthquake of mixed
emotions, a tsunami of uncertainty
a volcanic eruption of doubts of one's
value and the value of mere existence
the emotions shrouded in the grey
of mourning as a cloak of isolation
sets in, lonely thoughts of bitterness
at abandonment suffuses the mind
and confuses a heart so recently
assured of love yet bereaved with
trust flagrantly set aside leaving the
mourner to survive as best they can
the covenant of forever after in 
sickness or in health a humiliating
parody of mutual dependence, of a
long-shared love, shattered in betrayal.
Agonizingly alone, the future a vacuum
of desolation, numbing mind and heart.

Observation

The world of humanity and its canted
politics is a strangely dysfunctional
pathology starkly resembling the
madness of a mirrored room engineered
to turn itself inside out and upside down
in a frenzy of chaotic cynicism. Take
as example the Islamic Republic of Iran
as it presents itself preening that its
assaults on reason mirror the reflection
that Islam imposes upon its followers
and in so doing instructs the faithful
that terrorism is but a duty called jihad
and inflicting the agony of death upon
the unready is heroic work in honour of
the god they worship. The civilized world
honours its dedication to human rights
by looking on in horror at the inflicting
of totalitarian passions on the helpless
their vulnerability as pawns ensuring no
rebellion can go unpunished, yet they
meekly acquiesce when Iran's inspired
al Quds gatherings in Berlin, London
Paris and Toronto fly the ghoulish flags
of Hezbollah and liken Israel to the
murderous Islamic State unleashing the
viper's nest of haters who nestle among
those whose indigenous heritage they
have infiltrated. The matter is dismissed
as an opportunity offered all citizens to
express the will of freedom to express
the messages of malicious intent to murder.
The bland sanctimony of evil tolerated
is loud in its acclaim for tolerance when
the victims are those despised 'others'.

Homo ... Sapiens

Don't you ever wonder why it is
that Man the Wise is so irrational?
Those among us who studiously
involve themselves in the nature
of human nature look for answers
in nature to find the nature of man.
When we speak of the laws of the
jungle we refer to wild animals and
of course humankind is nothing like
wild, possessed of an unusual brain
capable of expression and thought
and memory built upon those who
preceded us. We have made of our
unique civilization a thing of which
to be proud. It has only taken tens
of thousands of years, after all. But
look at the results! We now practise
such enlightened understanding of
ourselves. Should any wish to die
and fit the criteria they will be kindly
assisted toward that goal; state
sanctioned murder. Yet we go to
such depths of effort to save the
lives of those whose natural lifespan
is beyond near vision, who have of
their own free will addicted themselves
to chemicals that slowly reduce them
to mere vestiges of the creatures they
were. And when they overdose on 
the poison they crave, society springs
into action, to narrowly save them
from the fate they have sought which
they will determinedly pursue again.