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Canadian
Short Stories
Canadian Literature |
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King Mob We threw the yoke of yesteryears Onto a heap of stones, And dragged the tyrants and their peers With huzza from their thrones. We tore the sceptre from their hands With great acclaim and sneers, We chased the despots from our lands Amid a howl of jeers. Yet barely was our freedom won When out of every cleft, King Mob’s disciples one by one, Came creeping right and left. They took the reins, and they were bold, Their tenets soon prevailed, A yoke more crushing than the old Is being blithely hailed. |
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Books that take the reader on a
vicarious journey through the vast region of Canada; a singular country,
still wild and untamed. Where the midnight sun transforms the tundra into a
carpet of flaming colours in July, and calls to life unfettered voices that
enliven the spirit. He will also gain insight to the
Caribbean Islands, home of smiles and guileless mirth. In Haiti, an island
shrouded in mystery, where the Walking Dead once, perhaps still, cultivate
the fields. Even a more arcane episode takes place in the region of Yanomamo,
Venezuela, at the foot of the Orinoco River, where Indians live like in
ancient times. The wilderness of Canada, always close
to the author’s heart, possessing a magic of its own, is prominently
depicted. |
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Say what you want, But woe to you, If what you say is true. The notion of democracy Resembles Sodom’s apples. On the surface crisp and alluring, Inside all ashes. Ignorance is like a running sore. Hated, yet petted even more. Remorse has two sides. One is worm-eaten, The other full of mites. |
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He who struggles with emotions Lacks the strength for deeds. Pretty is the world if seen Through eyes of contentment. Even prettier when seen Through eyes of joy. Here is a riddle of a perplexing sort. Has the master created the servant, Or did the servant create the lord. Marriage and age Tame beast and man I prefer hay to gold The donkey says. |
