“Rath-a-touille”
The Chiefs’ Complaint
He marched out West with a grand decree,
To set his “Sovereign Alberta” free.
With a ten-gallon hat and a jurist’s pride,
He thought the law was a pony ride.
“We’ll cut the ties! We’ll write the rules!”
He told his classroom of playpen fools.
But he missed a fact in his legal fog:
He’s not the big man—just a bump on the log.
Now Sturgeon Lake and the Blackfoot band,
Have reminded the lawyer who owns the land.
No vote or petition can simply erase,
The Treaties that put him right in his place.
So the fire is hot and the steam starts to rise,
As reality hits and the “Prosperity” dies.
He can wave his flag and bluster and pout,
But the Chiefs have the power to snuff this one out.