What is this Canada?

A body without a soul,

An amoeba spread out

Across this bowl;

Each segment wriggling

Toward a different destiny;

A multitude of pieces,

Grains of sand trickling

Through another hourglass;

Squeezed briefly together

To fall loosely.

Is there a reason to be,

A goal, a need, a care?

Is there a dream to see,

A challenge, a dare?

How can there be unity

Without something to share?

We believe, we hope, we trust;

O land of brave and free

For those who came with just

The thoughts of guarding thee;

For now to grow we must!

Our time is now.

Each one must forge a link;

To build the bond of strength

And keep us from the brink.

Consider the option and extend

To the needs of others

What one would give a friend.

Opportunity and equality brothers,

Sisters, children, think!

Together play the music

To harmonize and blend.

For this country's greatness,

Imagine and prepare;

A compromise, a gesture

To give that which is fair.

Each party and proponent

Of growth and of despair

Must put aside self interest;

Set goals to lead us there.

If parliament is bias;

Then let it duly share

The duty in its care.

"Why are we here?" Let each one ask.

To start anew, to blend the task.

From many nations we have brought

The customs and the skills we ought

To give toward the greater good,

To enrich our lives as best we could.

There is room enough for all;

So let us forward pace to call

This land a nurturing place, a home,

Where dreams are made; And for once,

A sense of longing may make us one.

Peoples are known by differing views.

Countries are seen by high or low

Of global statistics and how

Production and domestic product meet

Those neighbour or competitor elite.

Value is not "How much? How many?"

But of quality, not dollar or penny;

Spent to promote a style of life

Which cannot be enjoyed with equality.

There is a chance that given time

A common goal will bring to each

Prosperity!

Stand up then for our song.

Let voices loud be raised;

An anthem that says "Belong."

Be one of us, proud and praised.

This land is ours to command;

That individually we stand;

A country, each hand in hand,

Of people who now say

"Have hope and faith, and may

We meet the terms of duality!"

Let our thoughts expand to attain mutual nationality.

Aug. 25th, 1991 © Will George.