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• Lord Norman  On 12/13/2014 at 11:30 am

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  THE LOST PEOPLE

  They come from everywhere like all of us
  To good old Canada for betterment
  We abandon back home with all its fuss
  Took up life here with merriment.

  Some fell along the wayside
  Wearing masks as in Halloween
  Trying to shut out and hide
  And scorn where they have been

  Clasping a North American way of life
  Trying to live up with the Joneses
  Slaving for the mortgage with the wife
  To fulfill their economic promises

  Working so much overtime
  To make flailed ends meet
  Battling the snow and clime
  Too late to think to retreat

  And in these fearful financial flaws
  A lot of values got lost
  Scraping with tentacles and claws
  At a tremendous cost

  The children are handed over to babysitters
  Who use the television as their first resort
  Over eight hours they see not their mothers
  Always too tired for a word of comfort.

  They may give shelter and food
  Some one should tell them about love
  For many are arrogant and rude
  Swearing to them and to the one above

  Getting angry or vex for small things
  Like leaving some little hairs on a comb
  Or forgetting to clean the bathtub’s rings
  Having hot meals when they come home

  These grown-ups pretend to be always nice
  Especially to their relatives and friends
  Denying their parents a little dholl and rice
  Warring and complaining without amends

  Thus friendship and families fall apart
  Because of sore green jealousy
  Developing a very hard stoned heart
  Coupled with darn sheer stupidity

  Cousins who once grew up together
  Pulling down one another like crabs in a barrel
  Giving each other the cold shoulder
  Always suffocating other’s throat in a quarrel

  Some wives behave like stinging marabunta
  And think their husbands fall from trees
  And believe me! husbands behave vice-versa
  Whilst they all love to shoot the breeze.

  We worry about rings around the collars
  And what other people are thinking
  Yet we do worship the almighty dollars
  And fall for this stinking living

  We are too afraid to get too involved
  To smell the roses and listen to the birds
  Thus there always things left unsolved
  By many always using useless words

  If we have a clear conscience
  It will never ever let us forget
  With our guilt and tension
  With sleepless nights you bet.

  We have to treat our folks
  With respect and sheer dignity
  And not like bums or blokes
  But with love1 truth and honesty

  They are the people who did gave us life
  What we are, should be nothing shameful
  Why torment them with turmoil and strife
  Living a big lie and being so ungrateful

  What happened to us Man! at this age?
  Have we lost our heritage and cultures?
  Handing over ourselves to our mortgage
  And behaving like a flock of vultures?

  We have to resort back to the basics
  Lived like we used to, show a different front
  Shun this North American life of tricks
  Stop living like slaves from month to month

  Only then, and then we’d be able
  To recapture our lost values
  And show that we are capable
  And that’s the only way to choose

  What happened to the love of old
  Of long ago when we were one
  When love was warm and not cold
  Tell me, bro!!Where has it gone?

  What happened to the good old days of yore?
  When our love was not for show
  And we listened to ours attentively for sure
  Always reaping the love we sow

  When we used to stick to our kith and kin
  When brotherhood and sisterhood came first
  When we stood together through thick and thin
  Ready to defend ours when things got worst

  Remember when we leave this earth
  We take nothing in our coffin
  We return as from the day of our birth
  Without any clothing or a farthing

  For a day will come as sure as the sun rises
  You’re cocksure now, but it would be too late
  So don’ t pretend as if there are surprises
  There’s none when you’re in your wooden crate.