A Colorful Nation With No Color At All 
An innuendo that not stable nor sure, a way of supremacy that misses for sure. A upheaval that can’t see as innocent monogamy is striped away. An invisible threat is in the air a liquid that decimate what;s right and fair. A moral stupidly all around. Planting seeds of death in the ground. Fruit that grows not easily changed an ideology that suppress and strains. A freedom that deceives and kills a child , shouts of victory are proclaimed a the while. So wild, so wild. How distant are we, we have let go of all moral civility. What are we but grass in the wind, easily singed blind and thin. Is there a light to be of sonder or will Canada for ever wonder.

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