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A ‘National‘ Anthem, undergoes a gendered change…

One hundred fifty years of the existence of Canada, my family has been here for two hundred fifty. Long before there were settlements, long before there were roads. Long before this place was known as such. They set out from Europe, laid their claims on land and sea. They fished, they hunted. They wrought from the earth an existence on this harsh island I still call my home. My ancestors fought the Ottomans under the British flag, and my Grandfather fought his brothers under that same Union Jack.

After the Second World War, my island was consigned to Canada. An incredulous referendum. Not for the people, but for those who saw fit to sell this island. There are many now who still contest it. However it was not for them to decide; burned ballots. Despite the title of Democracy that is placed on such a government. The illusion which does not delude the minds of the people who still remember the poll. Many of them are still with us fortunately…

There is no such thing as a Canadian as I see it. It is a ‘Nationality‘ of nothing, a lineage that anyone can lay claim to. An ambiguous chaos of unlikeness in every way without significance, nor of any quality. Once great in ambition now cheapened by charlatans, engineers of insipid uniformity under a shelter of diversity. The once great life blood of the men and women who poured their salt & blood into the ground for debased weeds to root noisome in the dust of our ancestors graves.

I have never been Canadian, I had no choice into what I was born. I have no choice in the direction of this Nation, so why should I abide by it. What joy could one take laboring under the delusion of decision. It makes me stomach sick…if we traded currency as we valued cultural identity we might well use shit, for gold is much too hard to find…in a time it would shine over those pine covered hills with each morning. Now the sun rises over a mire, colourless and void…