This Winter I Journeyed To Attawapiskat

[One more poem for #poetrymonth ]

This winter I journeyed to Attawapiskat

After two days my friend wanted to leave

Insecurity fell on our heads like a hat.

Although welcomed by a friendly welcome mat

We never before had seen such an intricate weave

This winter I journeyed to Attawapiskat.

Prudent, we chose to rent a safer flat

It was broken into the preceding eve

Insecurity fell on our heads like a hat.

We talked slowly with Danny Metat-

awabin, his passionate voice easy to believe

This winter I journeyed to Attawapiskat.

Misfortune finds force when elders fall flat

The hurt deserve an overdue reprieve

Insecurity fell on our heads like a hat.

Our frozen fingers we were able to combat

Yet, understanding – we’ve yet to achieve

This winter I journeyed to Attawapiskat

Insecurity fell on our heads like a hat.

 

Jody Wilson-Raybould Stung

A minister of justice so young /

Is prone by inexperience to be stung /

By pundits with glee /

Resembling killer bee /

Oh so quick to the backbench she can be brung. /

A Wump Named Mulcair

There once was a wump named Mulcair
A leader with face full of hair
The election he lost
Caused a fury of frost
And of this he remains quite aware.

[for #poetrymonth]