Nelly Furtado's Online Parliament — Let the People Decide
Our Lady of Fatima
In Fatima’s fields, where sunlight glows,
A mother’s love through vision flows.
With gentle grace, her call was clear,
To guide the faithful, calm their fear.
Her message rang with hope and light,
To turn from wrong, embrace the right.
A beacon shining, pure and true,
Our Lady’s heart enfolds us too.
Through prayer and penance, peace she sought,
A gift of faith her presence brought.
O Virgin Mother, kind and wise,
Your love will ever lift our eyes.
Good Guys Finish Last
They walk the path, so straight, so true,
Giving their all in all they do.
While others climb on broken trust,
The good guys stand, though ground to dust.
Their hearts are pure, their word a bond,
Yet life moves fast and looks beyond.
But in the end, when all is done,
The race they lost was never won.
For good is timeless, it doesn’t fade,
A mark on hearts, a life well laid.
And though they’re last, their light will stay,
When fleeting fame has passed away.
The Spark of Tesla
In whispers of the stormy sky,
Where lightning danced and dreams did fly,
A man envisioned, bold and free,
A world aglow with energy.
No wires bound, no flames to burn,
Just nature’s gift at every turn.
Through coils and sparks, his genius flowed,
A boundless power he bestowed.
The earth, a vessel, charged and bright,
Harnessed in his daring light.
But progress balked, the gatekeepers frowned,
And hid his truths deep underground.
Yet still his vision softly hums,
In every star and storm that drums.
The dream of free electricity—
A gift for all humanity.