Multiple Nations.
Leisurely dancing blades of grain,
The stark brightness amidst a dark sky,
Forceful mountains of snow graced across terrain.
This is where I am from.
Neglected and seemingly silenced moments of shame,
Stolen, pilfered ancient histories and land,
The stagnant wait of truth, reconciliation to be named.
This is where I am from.
Abundant opportunities eagerly awaiting,
The promise of freedom lingering in the chinook,
Your future is yours for the taking.
This is where I am from.
Outdated glass ceilings consistently applied,
A silent, destructive cyclic force engaged,
Your future has been foreseen, too little to decide.
This is where I am from.
Unification woven by strength of railways,
A beginning marked by 1867,
Diversity seeking foundation set ablaze.
This is where I am from.
Extinguishing old ways of living,
An overtaking marked by 1867,
Survival dependent upon nodding with no asking.
This is where I am from.
Glorious, North, and almost free,
Differing hands offering solitude and support,
Open, wide and vast, we strive to be.
This is where I am from.
Todays and tomorrows rising against the norm,
Hearts pouring with integrity and hope,
Working towards healing the ever present storm.
This is a Canadian.