What are you Kanata? [Poem]

What are you?

What are you becoming, saying, wanting and giving?

Is there a Huron-Iroquois left standing free today?

Do we remember what freedom is?

Do we have the right to stand on this land?

I have to tell you I am thinking of leaving.

This is not my Kanata.

Here we don’t value elderly people or disabled or women.

Now in Kanata every 60 hours a woman is killed.

I must travel over an hour

surrounded by construction and bad architecture

to reach a lake shore.

Kanata you are squandered like me,

left with very little voice.

What are you Kanata?