We Got Jack!

By Graham L. Wilson

August 22, 2011

Copyright (c) 2011-2012 Graham Wilson.

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Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

The son of a Conservative,
A cabinet minister no less,
You yourself, set down upon a different path.

You fought for the lowly,
The hungry, the tired,
The weary and the hopeless.
Those who had no work,
And those who had no home.

As a city counsellor,
In the hub of Canada's elite,
You offered a different view,
Saw to it that the little guy,
Did not remain ignored.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

Desperate times greeted you,
When you came to be leader.
The NDP had steadily declined,
And its ideals were threatened.
Reactionary reconstruction,
To set the party to the right.

You stood up again,
For the unions,
And for the poor,
You fought the right,
For our inalienable rights,

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

Fear began to grip the ranks,
Of a Conservative tyranny.
Still, you did not flinch,
From seeking an end,
To Liberal corruption.

For showing this principle,
Your profile and support,
Slowly trended upward.
The NDP was on the rise again.
Leading our collective struggle.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

Our country saw itself,
Flipped on its head.
The lines were drawn.
Stephen Harper on one side,
And you on the other.

The Liberals did not see,
Entrapped in their own arrogance,
The turmoil of our nation.
Through two minority parliaments,
You spoke for our true majority,
And for all our minorities too.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

Economic meltdown lapped our heels,
The Conservatives dithered and postured,
You knew something must be done.
Togather with Stephane Dion,
You concocted a desperate plan.

A government that failed,
You sought to supplant.
To do this you reached out,
Worked with the others.
An end to the vitrol,
A course to move ahead.

Harper bawked at the plan,
Denounced you and all.
"Sepratists and socilaists!"
He roared, and howled.
Still, he did not change.
A colaition seemed to be,
Our only hope.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

Then the ground shook,
From under our feet.
Ignateiff came in,
And ruined it all.
There was a new colaition,
You so aptly stated,
Liberals and Conservatives.

Still, the effort was valiant,
And the job was partly done.
Harper was forced to bow down.
Forced to do anything, something,
To protect us all from fiscal doom.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on.
And shall evermore.

The time had come again,
The line had been crossed.
A government in contempt,

In unity, you rallied The opposition to action.

After the election call,
Things began to change.
Though the Liberals had.
They spoke of the old ways,
Of us as their natural slaves.

Meanwhile, your words spread,
The Quebecois listened intently.
And a new Canada was born.
A united left, a united voice,
For all Canadians underfoot.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

On May 2nd, election day,
The sky fell on our heads.
The Bloc was routed,
The Liberals crashed and pouted,
A Green came in, all smiling,
But orange was the true colour,
Of that most remarkable day.

Though by a pure technicality,
The Conservatives carved an atrocity,
A regime, with power absolute,
Backed by a mere 41%,
Of the few who voted.

Still, you felt heartened,
And called us all together.
With 103 now by your side,
Young, fresh and diverse,
All ready to take up your fight.
We had a true opposition again.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

You showed your metal,
For that final time.
You stood up for our posties,
And gave the Tories,
A protest to remember.

Sadly, your breath is gone,
Your time on this earth spent,
But it was spent well.

We shall miss you,
Our dear comrade Layton,
But we heed your final words,
And will carry on the work you started.

Most honourable Jack,
Your voice is heard no more,
But your words live on,
And shall evermore.

Never right honourable,
Instead you only truly honourable,
A steady hand, a constant smile,
You were a common man,
And glimpsed our shared eventual demise,
With a courage to inspire us all.

The fight continues,
Though you drew your last,
We stand behind you,
And so I raise my keyboard,
To show my own solidarity.

Farewell, dear comrade Layton,
All of Canada salutes you,
As does the poor and lowly,
Of the rest of the world.