Burning Canada: A Cry for Justice

Land of the maple, roots in the frost. Now it's charred

earth. What's the cost? Forest burn, the smoke curls, choking skaters.

Flames ain't just trees, man. It's people's lives. Parliament pockets,

fat with the cream. While we scrap pennies for the milk.

Know what I mean? Sacrifices. They preach it on the screen.

But their yachts glide clean, ours sink unseen . This ain't the

Canada I knew. Nah, this ain't it. Red and white bleeds gray,

the fabrics rip. They take what we built, say sacrifice more. While billions drift