Based on "Kubla Khan"
In Canada did Steven Harper
A fascist government decree:
Where oil, just like a river, ran
At price unmeasurable to man
And sank into the sea.
Million square miles of Arctic ground
With planes and ships were girdled round:
And into forests bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many a maple tree,
And into tundra ice and forest hills
Came in the tanks and planes of military.
But oh! that deep financial vault which slanted
Away from where the media could cover!
A happy place! as coveted and wanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By government officials undercover!
And from this vault, with billions of dollars seething,
Extracted from the working and the breathing,
A golden fountain momently was forced:
Amid from its swift half-intermitted burst
The dollars vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And from these dancing dollars once and ever
Money for useless projects was delivered.
For miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the useless highway ran,
Then reached the lands unusable to man,
Vanished in tundra far away from ocean,
And from the forests Harper heard from far
Ancestral natives calling for a war!
The shadow of the Steven Harper
Has fallen on Canadian land;
A gorgeous place, now going under,
Lead by the nastiest of men.
It was a miracle of rare device,
This land of forests, lovely cities, ice!
A woman with "Stop Harper" sign
On website once I saw;
It was a young Canadian girl,
And she went into Senate hall,
Saying, Down with this man.
Could I revive within me
Her spirit and her call,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That right before them all,
I would say Down with Harper!
Those lovely people! lovely land!
They merit a much better leader,
And all should cry, Hear! Hear!
Those sandy hair! Those boring eyes!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And run him out of Parliament,
For he does not deserve to lead
A place this beautiful and nice.