Canada 

[A poem writen for the less fortunate suffering so far away.]

My child is looking up at me, asking who she’ll be.

My rights, my freedom and my dreams have all been ripped away from me.

I tell her not to worry, I can see it on her face.

This world is a cold one baby, we can’t slow down our pace.

Canada is where we’ll go.

Baby, have you seen the snow?

It’s cold and white like the ones we hate.

But baby it’s beautiful, I can’t wait.

We’ll plant a seed in the safemans land and scare away the snake like men.

I will protect, I will not fail, my little girl, my whole wide world.

My rights, my freedom and my dreams have all been given back to me.

You gave us a chance, you cannot know, how much this means.

Please, Let it snow.

[Image not mine, for original photo content click here]

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