David Z. He
2009-01-17
This is a villianelles poem, a imbic tetrameter poem.
Through the Kingdom of thousand missionaries
Under the sand the gold is gleaming
Nationality, ritual or social position is easing
Intentionally adopting the universal identity of believers
In Canada we like pilgrims marching
Personal consciences and opinions are encouraging
Yellows, darks, with whites and browns
Under the sand the gold is gleaming
Undertaken the questions the future we exploiting
Through the bramble survived kindred as fighters
In Canada we like pilgrims marching
Rivers may show puniness to ocean comparing
Combine, the strength, is the sole harmonies
Under the sand the gold is gleaming
Oh Canada, absorbing diversity but not diverging.
Among majority we develop with unique features
In Canada we like pilgrims marching
Under the sand the gold is gleaming
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