Peace, eh?

From the pencil that I use
to the clothes that I wear
and even
the colour of my skin, I
am judged, placed before a court that is
blind.
When they see what
I wear, they cannot
help but make a
comment.
When they hear I am
Canadian, they
cannot resist a joke.
You call this peace
while we fight
with weapons of hate
and discrimination.
Apparently, we should
be happy
while innocent people
die on the streets every night.
We should be thankful
when so many are hurt
unknowingly to those who "could"
stop it
We should rest calmly
when the few
not blinded by hate or greed or anger
can see that a
little piece of our peace
vanishes everyday. So I have this to say to me and you...
this is peace, eh?