Stateless People

Many leave their homes, sons and daughters

Travel over miles of lands and waters

Under open skies

You could hear the refugees’ cries

Sandwiched between hope and loss

These people on the move toss

Everything for a chance of betterment

Under a democratic and just government


Canada calls with open arms come

There is plenty of water, food, land and then some

Meat and potatoes, clothes and blankets

We need plenty of hands seniors and children to babysit

Pick apples and corn and in the supermarkets


A spoke in the wheel that holds the movement

Is the Canadian people and government

This country of light and shadow

Whose spectrum of colour outshines the rainbow

Like stir fried vegetables or rice and peas

Each culture holds its own shape without having to appease

The colour of the arms stretched out to reach

Embrace, support and to teach

Those who fight for justice and truth

And harness the power of their youth.

BAW (c) 2012

About Writing for Fun

Writer, mother, counsellor, teacher, mediator, connector. Loves to write for fun. As thoughts come I record Follow @GOEYMAGE !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);;js.src=p+'://';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs');
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