From Amazon's heart, new trade does grow,
'Gainst woodcutters' rapacious row,
God's trees give life, more than gold glows,
Fish and pilgrim trade the forester's amble shows.
Sir Trudeau, once Canuck's gleaming star,
Now mirrors not its mount nor polar bar,
His voice, once sweet, rings false afar,
'Tis time for a new tune on the lute, hark!
Sinwar played with blade and fire,
Dreamt of victory in primal mire,
Yet the Holy Land, in endless gyre,
Spins further from the peace we all desire.
