African Basket Place

African Basket Case

By

James Bredin

Their pomposity and self righteousness deserves our attention,
As they pull the politically correct strings amid global tension,
These left wing socialist UN activists want us in Africa soon,
They get all the publicity they need every day, night and noon.

They point out plagues, famines, civil wars in Africa so sad,
Could be Somalia, Rwanda, Ethiopia, Congo or Chad,
It’s as though that place is cursed by disease and eternal war,
Polio, plague, aids, malaria, TB and it’s difficult to ignore.

But we’re forced to ignore Africa because it’s a basket case,
Where they kill each other on an industrial scale without disgrace,
Though screaming for help from the West amid the body count,
To improve some dictator-strongman’s Swiss bank account.

These left wing activists want supposed UN obligations filled,
But Canada was in Rwanda while five hundred thousand were killed,
Couldn’t get in touch with the isolated UN in New York,
While the thousands of dead were piled like butcher-shop pork.

And the Americans went to Somalia to help the UN there,
Mogadishu, Blackhawk down, dead US soldiers, despair,
A basket case continent where those there don’t seem to care,
Claiming refugee status everywhere in the world but there.

These UN left wing socialists scream in unison for their cause,
Want to bring all African refugees to Canada just because,
Government programs Charter Rights Status and drugs for aids,
They want to do it quickly before all this enthusiasm fades.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Is Canada committing suicide?

Is Canada committing suicide?

By

James Bredin

My country committing suicide at the abortion clinic,
Off into oblivion much like a depressed suicidal cynic,
Demographics and the number of unborn babies killed,
Ironic that the health card allows the government to be billed.

Industrial efficiency with their baby genocide,
No one cares that we might be committing cultural suicide,
But we’re already multicultural in Trudeau’s Charter,
So no need to fret about a tiny trembling fetus martyr.

No one dares to defend unborn abortion-bound babies,
Especially not the activist left-wing feminist ladies,
As they scream all day and night about freedom of choice,
And the abortion killing machine allows them to rejoice,

Pictures and horror genocide stories from Chad wall to wall,
They want us to go and save babies there – what a lot of gall,
But nothing about our own ongoing baby genocide,
Our Charter and our conscience and our silence all coincide.

I almost hate to say this, but pregnant ladies should have babies,
Meet an imam at the maternity ward with one of his ladies,
Where babies named Mohamed will soon outnumber all others,
Already happened in Amsterdam to our European brothers.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Dead babies at the abortion clinic

Abortion Clinic Dead Babies

By

James Bredin

A million or more Muslim immigrant workers who just arrived,
When they saw our abortion clinics they were all so surprised,
That plus feminists loud mouths screaming about freedom of choice,
Charter Rights, Supreme Court decisions; so we could all rejoice.

And Canadians are of course allowed only one wife,
Even if we divorce, still only one wife for the rest of our life,
Can’t have two wives in Canada though the Koran says four,
The Muslims had to believe or shut up or maybe just ignore.

Fetuses not considered human by Charter legal decision,
Made by appointees dressed in red at the High Court division,
Fetuses don’t have legal names so they are simply some thing,
That can be sliced up, murdered and burned because of the left wing.

Demography plus the abortion clinic may spell our doom,
Decrease in population where vast changes could loom,
Of course you don’t care and you’re barely aware of the change,
Politically correct white flight now and then is not so strange.

As we continue to keep our heads buried in the sand,
Read more pumped out left wing propaganda from the paper stand,
As the terrorists and the feminists all claim Charter Rights,
For different reasons of course in their social agenda plights.

The obvious connection is never mentioned in our papers,
Our left wing propaganda slips by all these abortion capers,
We are told that we are great so there’s no need to debate,
No referendums or recall and to changes to relate.

Though our population is going down, it means nothing to them,
Left wing activist abortion clinics can’t be condemned,
Fixed by incoming immigrants who will have babies galore,
Then go to the mosque, give thanks, face east and kneel on the floor.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Dead Babies

Dead Babies

By

James Bredin

The secret files at the abortion clinic cannot be read,
Dead babies don’t have names so they have numbers instead,
The Jews at Auschwitz didn’t have names but they had numbers too,
While enroute to the furnace they had the numbers tattooed.

Feminist freedom of choice on a good Auschwitz day,
They want you to read their left wing tracts as they point the way,
Please don’t think of these actions as being in bad taste,
Or killing and burning the new generation as being a waste.

Freedom of choice; a rallying point and a feminist cause,
Canadian Charter of Rights for pregnant women just because,
The unborn babies don’t have names or even Charter Rights,
Each one called a fetus enroute to the furnace, tiny and slight.

Like a poem lost somewhere in cyberspace and nobody cares,
Tiny bodies turned to ashes as we pretend we’re unaware,
Death dealing on a vast industrial Auschwitz scale,
Quietly efficiently where no one will dare to tell the tale.

It’s just a medical problem they say – not life and death,
If you have your health card, come in and see what you can get,
It depends on your trimester so come in soon and see,
The government gets the bill so therefore it’s all for free.

They have reduced the birth rate to somewhere near zero,
Population can’t increase and no one’s a hero,
Brought about by and freedom of choice and a wink,
Incoming Muslim immigrants to replace them might have to think.

Sunday, December 24, 2006


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Unborn babies we never knew

Unborn Babies we never knew

By

James Bredin

The kick-back from freedom-of-choice will come back to haunt,
Shrink to minority in minus birth rate – not what you want,
Left-wing wants us to fight in Africa to save babies there,
Maybe bring a million back here and announce that we care.

But we don’t care for our own unborn because they can be killed,
Formally, officially, clinically and the government billed,
They’d like us in Somalia too but they don’t know which side,
While thousands of our unborn babies murdered today and died.

But none of our babies had a name – those murdered today,
No need for Christian position and you’re not allowed to pray,
You can’t dare see a problem here, being politically correct,
Don’t dare show any feelings, especially dour disrespect.

The abortion clinics are in nice buildings so clean and bright,
Receptionist welcomes the girls but completely out of sight,
Is it doctors do the killing despite their Hippocratic Oath?
Are they therefore responsible for our zero population growth?

Problem solved by immigrant guys who read the Koran,
From far away places like Afghanistan and Azerbaijan,
Pious guys with three or four wives who all wear a chador,
And all of them love to go to the mosque and have babies galore.

No reforms, referendums, recall or Charter change,
Propaganda in newspapers and don’t think of this as strange,
Save live babies over there but not unborn babies here,
“EVERYONE” has Charter Rights so we have nothing to fear.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Canadian Baby Genocide

Canadian Baby Genocide

By

James Bredin

The secrets of the genocide can never be revealed,
A million unborn babies with no names killed and concealed,
Euthanasia is banned but not the murder of unborn babies,
Especially when the people involved are fashionable ladies.

Deelya Death had at least six abortions that year,
With her health card and sexy clothes she danced all night without fear,
The freedom-of-choice activists’ crowds were all so proud,
Wrote often about their Charter Rights and screamed out loud.

Deelya Death was an extraordinary beauty no doubt,
Strutted her stuff here and there whenever she walked about,
Had no conscience or qualms about all her dead babies,
Busy doing fashionable things with fashionable ladies.

Photographs in the artsy fartsy section of the paper,
Never mentioned her most recent abortion-clinic caper,
Twin girls but just two murdered fetuses to be disposed,
Taken secretly to the furnace where nothing was disclosed.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Canadian Abortion Clinic

The Abortion Clinic
By

James Bredin


They don’t use cyanide for the abortion clinic genocide?
As we pretend it isn’t happening and there is no downside,
But demographics of the low birth rate will cause us to disappear,
As we pompously pretend and never shed one tear.

We have become the casual observers outside the fence,
Looking in at fetus baby Auschwitz and see no offence,
Equal women’s rights, we are told are written in stone,
Therefore we pretend, all this ongoing genocide is unknown.

In typical double speak; they call the killing place a clinic,
You are not allowed to think about this or even be a cynic,
Because women’s rights are enshrined in Trudeau’s Charter,
Just believe our elite politicians and judges are smarter.

Without recall or referendums and we can’t change a thing,
We are encouraged to pay no attention and get in the swing,
Religion is outdated and who has time to believe?
Maybe Muslims at maternity ward as their four wives conceive.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Changes coming down the pipe

Changes coming down the pipe

By

James Bredin

This is a poem to show that there’s no need to get excited,
But we should try to remember ways to stay united,
Before the incoming immigrants expand and explode,
We could be a small minority somewhere down the road.

Of course you think I’m kidding because this couldn’t be,
As you look around at the numbers and you tend to disagree,
Your left wing politician just said everything was great,
Without referendums or recall so there’s no need for debate.

Our abortions and birth control pills have improved our lives,
Compared to four fertile burka-wearing Muslim wives,
Though this is not about bigamy but about the babies they make,
A few million babies called Mohamed for the prophet’s sake.

An invasion by immigration should not disturb your slumber?
It’s called demographics but there’s no need to think numbers,
Though their high birth rate will eventually bring catastrophic change,
More mosques and Byzantine minarets with a sound that is strange.

And nothing can be rearranged because of Trudeau’s Charter,
Rights for “EVERYONE” including refugees suicide martyrs,
As opportunistic politicians pitch for immigrant vote,
Pretending it’s their multicultural agenda they promote.

Locked in the politically correct storm of sensitivities,
Serious concessions for their curious activities,
Appointed appeasers have long been making these decisions,
As we are herded into the unknown with great precision.

Has our multicultural accommodation run amok?
Should we speak up at the United Nations or just shut up?
Should I thicken up my beard and keep my head down?
Or go up to the mosque and maybe just walk around?


Saturday, December 16, 2006

Canadians don't need to think

Canadians don’t Need to Think

By

James Bredin


Incoming refugee welfare unwed mothers by the score,
Babies without fathers foretell future difficulties galore,
Multicultural generous, sensitive, tolerant but weak,
Political magnanimity mercifully managed and meek.

High minded pompous politically correct but naïve,
Aids programs for refugee who deceive but we believe,
All claiming Charter Rights and nothing can be changed,
Pompously pretending that Canadian elites are not deranged.

We can’t come to any harm because we’re so good,
Demographics of four wives with four babies each misunderstood,
An invasion by immigration so peaceful and quiet,
High birthrate minorities in Paris frequently riot.

Ethnic glad-handing where referendums not allowed,
No recall for politicians who look down from a cloud,
Eventually the imams will tell our elites what is right,
Too late by then as we look at each other in fright.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Ontario Politicians' Pay Raise

Ontario Politicians’ Pay Raise

By

James Bredin


Ontario politicians decided to double their pay,
They did it on a whim; these legislators who wont go away,
And the people looked on helplessly as the politicians laughed,
No referendums, recall, forthcoming election; so no shaft,

Status quo has somehow been long lost in the past,
Crooked politicians doubled their pay, lied and the dye was cast,
As they taxed and spent and increased their pay every week,
Driven in limousines – their latest elitist technique.

The helpless citizens can’t change this organization,
To help control politicians in this fearful frustration,
Why did honest Mike Harris have to leave all in doubt?
Can someone shake the tree just to see what falls out?

Or could we get referendums or recall or any control?
Because our politicians should be in prison or on parole,
And we the people should be the ones who call the shots,
Why should we feel that we are being tied in knots?

Thursday, December 14, 2006

We Cut turf at Lisycasey

We cut turf at Lisycasey
by
James Bredin

We cut and foot turf at Lisycasey when I was a boy,

Wore heavy woolen sweaters and short pants of corduroy,

We left the turf soft and wet in the sun to get hard as a rock,

Came back a week later and foot it up in a circular block,

To catch additional wind and dry and harden even more,

Never had or wore gloves and our hands were always quite sore.

We hitched a ride in a lorry going out the Kilrush Road,

And then walked the winding bog road for miles with our load,

We used a heavy spade with one side called a "shlawn" by the Gaels,

Backbreaking work but we needed turf to stay warm and prevail,

Because in those rough war times coal could not be had or bought,

Not for heating houses but ironworks where a war was being fought.

The bog was a swampy quiet place with no trees and few birds,

Fewer people far away working wearily alone without words,

But the quiet tranquility of the bog was sometimes broken,

By flying Constilations heading out for the Atlantic Ocean,

From Rinanna to Gander they had enough fuel for one hop,

Then on to New York to their final destination stop.

And now I read the bog and all that world has completely changed,

New houses, improved economy and everything rearranged,

And young people from Ennis now live and commute back and forth,

Where I cut turf, boiled the billycan and had a turf fort,

And at the end of the day we hitched a ride back into town,

Tired and weary though I seldom if ever wore a frown.

Dec 12th, 2006