White hoody
In news comes pepper spray
and Muslims, refugees, Vancouver.
And comments and comments
and comments
related and distanced, and diverse…
Some buried in the sand, ostrich
some buried in snow, partridge
some living in palace on throne
parliaments…
some hidden behind shields
uniformed, or hammer of the judge…
And crime is flood
washes us with the roar of lion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God bless Canada. It has its dark episodes, but there's no other place I'd rather live. I chose to be Canadian.