The Mob That Came After Him

Hal Niedzviecki is back,
After three years hidden,
Denounced for his words in a magazine,
On appropriation,

Says his words were taken out of context,
Then made to sound obscene,
A mob rose up and destroyed a career,
That supported the voice of non-mainstream

But more, still, it is a dangerous slope,
To quash public debate,
Yet, while he was snubbed, the discourse did rage,
Though I did not partake,

I was afraid,
Of entering the fray,
That being said, I wonder whether Hal,
Would still write the same article today.

The Comers

When my dad was eighteen,
He came from Italy,
Lived with his Paesan' in St. Catharines,
For moolah liberty,

It wasn't hard to work in construction,
Basic'lly wop country,
Still the foreman yelled you better work hard,
There's a ship coming filled with more of ye,

This was the treatment of the new comers,
By the newly arrived,
Who'd already displaced the existing,
Indigenous one's lives,

Systemat'cly,
Stamped white into their kin,
While ensuring they'll never be equal,
Ident'fied by the color of their skin.