Anthem

{For Mr. Harper

[and us all],

 

For us to become little

spheres of democracy

that reach beyond our norm.

 

Like a painter who only paints in red,

is a polititian who rules

over all the mediums

and the colours,

but only knows his inner circle.

 

May we all

encourage one another to

push past bounderies and

listen,

learn,

grow.

 

 - C}

 

{p.s. I was told by my professor

that I could complete my final exam

in poetry,

so this is

part one of three

pieces reflecting on

some of the most important

lessons

I have taken from the

past 6 years.

:)}

 

- Part 1 -

 

Anthem

 

Listen.

Mister Prime Minister, please

listen to me,

one of your “democracy.”

The song you sing

calls for strong and free,

so I pray that you would see

God’s face does not just

resemble

thee.

True North - or rather the

false north with

false smiles - ignoring

the weak and the unfree.

“Home” for who,

if not the “native” or the “refugee,”

shoved into walls and categories:

“home” is for the

True Patriot - or rather the

false patriots with

false smiles - glowing

with the daily grind of apathy.

“Home” for the

indebted to security,

on guard for thee

and the

True God - or rather the

false God with

false smiles - keeping

land locked with fear and key.

“Home” from far and wide,

you can dream and you can see,

but this land will never be

“home,” strong and free.

Sing your anthem.

Built not on peace

but inequality:

exclusively

V.I.P.

(unless you’ll work in our factory) -

you will have to pay a fee

and/or flee,

for your dreams exist not in reality...

this

is what you call our “country.”

Listen.

Mister Prime Minister please,

God’s face does not just

resemble

thee.

- C Gray