True North Strong and FREE

A Poem by scarecrowslady

Talking about nationality, patriotism, ethnicity, exploitation and belonging spawned this poem on what it may mean to be (or not to be) a Canadian...

True North Strong and FREE*

in memoriam: Dr. Coleman

Frailty, thy name is that WORD.
Freedom will never be found -
nailed by gold plated spikes.

Buried, our nation-coffin
and corpses, wrapped in normativity,
lay 6 ft under
our home and native land.

*Line from the Canadian anthem.
*For a Canadian Lit prof at McMaster University.

© 2009 scarecrowslady

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scarecrowslady

Hamilton, Canada

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