Third World Journalists

Third World Journalists

By

James Bredin

Exiled journalists from thirty Third World regimes,
End up in Canada or at least so it seems,
From righteous theocracies where their religion is law,
And secret police don’t fool around or hem and haw.

Still trying to fight for justice from here, over there,
Where powerful religious nuts are major players,
Where dictatorship, hate, and secret police are the game,
And those who disagree leave dead, lame or in shame.

Where dictators righteously proclaim that god is on their side,
And those who live there just better understand and abide,
Or quickly get out of town and out of their sight,
And they better do it quickly in the middle of the night.

Thank god for our democracy – the little bit we got,
Where rotten politicians may eventually get caught,
Though no recall or referendums, some papers tell the truth,
Those not bought by the totally committed or uncouth.

Thursday, July 20, 2006