Shining city on a hill
Thousand points of light
Toiling to fill the till
For future sunset bright

Banal blatant brutality
Indecent insolent impunity
Civilian culled casualty
Iota-less indemnity

Massing poor, tired and huddled
Receiving wretched refusal
Shoreline, borderline muddled
Impenetrable walled portal

Mixed up dreams for many
Messed up nightmares for rest
Hoping for golden epiphany
Others for lives without unrest

Venomous blackguard
Abets aggressive diehard
Unbalanced retard

Past hegemony
spawned Present acrimony
Future synchrony

More native murder
Killed for being flag bearer
Fearful predator

Organized intent
Sovereign state dismemberment
Refugee torment

Abrupt revision
Planning for separation
Due reparation

Pro-aggressive stance
Removing any semblance
Of honest balance

Global syndicate
Programmed to prevaricate
Time to abdicate

We are a minority too
We too have our gripe
We are part of the stew
Due empathy not ripe

Path to nation's unity
Atop base of diversity
Oppressed by density
Needs patient civility

Way out of this mess
For selective ingress
Of the skewed process
Is same equal access

The Dollar is up and the TSX is down,
in this busy day northern town,
I walk my ravine route, quiet as a mute,
brook background on,
listening, a bird song.

Across the path it sat,
with white vinyl straps,
I sat upon it's lap.
A white outdoor chair,
under the pines, without a care.

Where it came from nobody knew?
it just appeared right, right out of the blue.
It sat under tall, towering pines,
passing people, passing times.
We sat there together,
in all kinds of weather.

Ever insecure
Barricading the main door
Memories endure

In her bedroom is her white dress,
As white as that of a virgin snow.
In those moments before the night,
Dressed in white, she basked in the afterglow.

Her world was so simple -
Her home and her dearest garden.
She took her afternoon walks there like
An apparition or an angel of Eden.

Perhaps, it was where
She would write letters to the World
And share with Her Majesty
Secrets and stories she sweetly told.

Her voice was like the Angel's melody
That could heal the heart's malady.

How jealous were the seraphims
While concealing their darkness through their whims.

A peach that promised eternity
Was sent in her chamber with utmost secrecy.

Delighted for such a gift of immortality,
She ate the Seed that rooted her endless melancholy.

Unable to sing, she watched the dawning of the day
And cursed all the Angels with words she couldn't say...