by Tamara Lorincz
I live in a country that will not sign a treaty to ban the most dangerous weapon of mass destruction.
I live in a country that is planning on spending $19 billion for new fighter jets when we are in a climate emergency.
I live in a country that is building warships for $77 billion instead of building affordable housing and public transit.
I live in a country that exports tanks to Saudi Arabia for its war against starving Yemen.
I live in a country that sells rifles and bombs to Israel to kill Palestinians.
I live in a country that has illegal sanctions against the suffering people of Venezuela, North Korea, Nicaragua and Syria.
I live in a country that has its guns and tanks pointed at the people of Russia.
I live in a country that feels no remorse for bombing the people of Serbia, Libya, Syria and Iraq.
I live in a rich country that had no shame overthrowing the government of the poorest country in the western hemisphere, Haiti.
Canada is my country.
[My first poem inspired by Nunavut MP Mumilaaq Qaqqaq’s powerful farewell speech in Parliament and dedicated to my brother who understood oppression and injustice. Foreign policy starts at home. Please feel free to contact me: firstname.lastname@example.org]