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Blessed to be Canadian


In Africa a frail women balances a clay pot on her head, carrying cloudy water to her four children so they can have a drink of water to fill their grumbling bellies.

In Iraq a small boy is cowering behind his rusted shack, covering his ears in a weak attempt to block out the screaming and the roar of bombs that terrorizes his home village.

In China a teenage girl gags on the toxic air, forced to wear a mask just to breathe and walk down the overcrowded streets.

In Mexico a toddler plays with a broken bottle he found on the beach, among the heaps of trash washed up onto the shore.

In India a nine year old girl is sold by her family into slavery so they could pay for their son’s education.

Yet in Canada I get up and drink a big glass of water from my well.

In Canada I’ve only watched action movies with the explosions of guns and bombs.

In Canada I walk outside in the morning surrounded by pines and maple trees and inhale the crisp air.

In Canada I put out my garbage every Thursday morning so it can disappear when the truck comes.

In Canada I have my own education where an unlimited world of knowledge awaits me.

I’ve been blessed to live in Canada, a paradise too many take for granted.


Generation Lost


Generation Lost

Here I lay, Speechless.
Air frozen in my lungs, Choking.
Emotions surge, Overwhelmed.
A noose caresses my neck, provoking.

Smashed at Breakfast,
Stoned by Noon,
Cried out the evening,
Innocence doomed.

Nights are wild, dangerous,
Creeps are lurking, hungry for prey,
Concoctions passed around, unidentified,
Passed out in ditches, time forgotten the next day.

We are young in mind, dead inside,
Poisoned instead of in our prime,
Fueled by demons and pressured by each other.
Forgotten when we die.

Virginity is lost younger,
We cheat, fight and lie,
We lose respect from our elders,
Yet see this from our eyes.

Our parents are Alcoholics,
They complain about every bill,
They bitch and cuss after work,
Our holes in ourselves we just want to fill.

Don’t say we are a lost generation,
We are all lost, never been found,
We are like the last, and the one before,
A vicious cycle that keeps going ‘round.