Mark Carney’s True Colours

 Mark Carney’s True Colours

Oh, Mark, we had such high hopes for you,

A family man, with daughters—four, not two.

A husband, a leader, a man of the land,

Yet here you stand with a "Where’s the plan?"

You cut the voices that needed a seat,

Women, Indigenous—just tossed in the street.

"Efficiency!" you cry, "Let’s streamline the ranks!"

But all we see are empty thanks.

Diversity’s gone, poof!—out the door,

Gender equality? Not needed anymore!

Disability rights? Let’s tuck that away,

Why fight for justice when power’s at play?

The U.S. was hoodwinked, blindfolded tight,

Gaslit, distracted, led left and right.

But Canada’s wiser—we see through the haze,

We won’t fall for your political plays.

If this is your vision, your Canada bright,

It’s looking a lot like a washed-out white.

We expected better, shame on you, Mark,

History will judge—and

 it won’t miss the mark.