Legacy Unwritten

 A Legacy Unwritten

Oh, Justin, the clock ticks loud,

A leader once bold, now faced with the crowd.

But what if this chapter could end with a spark,

A legacy blazing, a flame in the dark?

Go rogue, dear Santa, with justice in hand,

Write wealth taxes bold across this great land.

Turn keys on the houses where greed takes its claim,

Build homes for the people—remember their names.

For the forests and waters, the air that we breathe,

Let the pipelines be halted, let green roots seethe.

Subsidies for oil? Let them fade in the light,

Invest in a future that's just and bright.

The time is so fleeting, October draws near,

Yet courage could echo for many a year.

Pass laws to protect, heal wounds left unspoken,

For hearts still are mending, and promises broken.

Be the one who stood tall, when the hour was late,

Who rewrote the story, who challenged the fate.

With no election looming, no polls to appease,

Act now for the people, bring justice with ease.

For history's watching, the ink’s in your hand,

Will you seize the moment to heal this land?

Step boldly, with purpose, and show them the way—

A legacy written, come what may.