Ontario’s Shadow

Hear the whispers, see the shadows cast,

Ontario’s hope fading fast,

A tale of greed, a game so cold,

Stories of a story sold.

He walks in the halls, with pockets deep,

Promises made, but never to keep.

Taxpayers’ tears, he seals with a smile,

While his cronies count their pile.

Selling our health, our land, our soul,

Turning public good into private dole.

Farming fields lose to soaring concrete,

A future sold, a bitter defeat.

Oh, Doug Ford, what have you done?

Killing the heart of Ontario’s sun.

For the votes, for the gain,

Killing beauty, fueling pain.

Hospitals crumbling, beds fewer, states bare,

Private giants, now they’re in the chair.

Social programs, cut, trim, erase,

Leaving the vulnerable in a bleak space.

Exploiting land for the builders’ gain,

Agriculture’s scars, tearing through the plain.

Indigenous voices, silenced and pressed,

Fighting for rights, put to the test.

Oh, Doug Ford, what have you done?

Killing the heart of Ontario’s sun.

For the deals, for the fame,

Tearing down our heritage’s name.

Mini Trump, without the flair,

Corruption’s shadow everywhere.

Unforgiving, ruthless, he’s killing our grace,

Ontario’s soul, he’s erasing.

Rise up, stand tall, reclaim what’s ours,

Before we lose these precious scars.

Ontario’s cry, a call for light,

To bring our future back from night.