Category: Poetry

Poetic expressions of libertarian ideals.

The Young Ruler

The Young Ruler


By Ollie Adamson

You bowed once before,
Your cause came up empty,

You turn to us,
Expecting now that we should bend,

But not all are willing,
For some deem you unworthy of such honour,

It is true, one day, every knee shall bow,
But upward-looking eyes will not gaze at some boy,

They will see the almighty God,
The same God who looks down upon you,

You too will give an account,
For your life, and for your rule,

You invoke strong words,
And clench your velvet glove-covered iron fist,

But hear this and be forewarned,
Some are stirring,

Not desiring violence,
But merely to oppose the decree, “this is not optional.”


Woe Canada

Woe Canada


By Ollie Adamson

How you have strayed,
Having been led away from what once justified you.

For your dominion was planted in knowledge and truth.
You knew my ways and sought my counsel.

But now, your rulers chase after the wind,
Which blows eastwardly one day, westward the next.

Arrogance is your stumbling block,
It prevents you from growing in wisdom.

For she is not found in man’s progressive intellect,
But rather through lessons learned, through understanding man’s nature.

Can you offer up salvation?
Can you save a man from himself?

You promise milk, and offer your breast,
But where does your milk come from?

For, unlike the new mother,
Your supply comes from those you nurse.

Consider the things which lead to a joyful heart,
They go far beyond matters of provision.

Work and leisure, failure and success,
The freedom to experience them, this is the fullness of life.

Humble yourselves before me,
And before your people.

Acknowledge your limitations,
And do away with grandiosity.

For you are your brother’s keeper,
Only as far as your brother desires it.

My people belong to me,
Yet you have shown contempt for them.

When one desires to travel a different route,
You rain down like thunder and threaten to wash them away.

My heart weighs the group, next the individual; I lay them on either side of the beam,
And my scales lie in perfect counterbalance.

Do not threaten my children,
And expect to find a seat on my moral high ground.

Though sickness and death stir up fear,
Allow my people to be healthy in spirit.

Release my image-bearers from your grip,
I have written down your name, and I will surely remember.