a fortress
in shallow greys and blonde tresses
a fortress
empty as the surrounding desert
the giant face
of the entrance wall
with eyes, wide, penetrating
barbed lashes at the ready
granite-lipped drawbridge sealed tight
the mouth snaps
creaking shrilly in the wind
a whispering, questioning breeze
blowing ever out, sometimes gently
but sometimes a blasting gale
those mocking eyes brook no entry
that sharp-toothed mouth denies all refuge
that emptiness will not be stained
by the passage of travellers
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dear canada, you are safe your indigenous are almost forgotten your white guilt sheds crocodile tears a fresh wave of immigrant colonizers c...
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