No it wasn’t nature’s will to condemn us to smog filled cities, tainted water from mountain streams, birth defects, toxic food and unexplained childhood disease…
Something didn’t do it…someone did…
Nature offered herself to us, opened her arms to embrace us, protect us, provide for us-
While we watched she was brutally raped over and over again
While we stood by or worse participated in her undoing
No majestic redwood, pine, poplar or maple could stand against the mighty giant with a will to exploit the treasure beneath
No crystal clear mountain stream could force its way through the concrete and steel of the highway crews; no matter how strong the earth cried out for a drink
The few sacrificed the many…
and the millions handed it over to the few…
without a second look …
Without a sober second thought and now…
perhaps not a second chance!
Oh Canada, who stands on guard for your pristine lakes,
Your forests green and lush under a crushing illusion of peace?
As the pendulum swings to and fro
The song of apathy hangs in the air
While little robin red breast builds her nest; oblivious to humanity’s greed
Bucking the system that threatens her future and ours-she builds anyway
Who will stand and help her raise those chicks?
Catherine Whelan Costen is a Canadian author of political/spiritual poetry and prose
& Canadian Action Party President www.canadianactionparty.ca
Note: www.canadianactionparty.ca

So I was inspired by the little robin who has been coming to my front steps for 5 years now. The first year they worked like mad and built a nest, but they weren't very careful and it was teetering off the edge they built it on. A strong wind came a long and it was destroyed. The next year they were back and they rebuilt from the old mess of twigs. I watched as they patched it with mud, it was quite solid and in went the eggs, until a very large crow landed on the eaves, stuck its long beak around the corner and smashed all the little blue eggs. They were out on my front lawn screaming their guts out. I cried. My husband put up an piece of blue plastic(an old egg crate, sure looks like hell, not good for the real estate market, but who cares?) to protect them from predators. Then the 3rd year came and about 4 babies were hatched. 4th year 5 babies and this year 3 beautiful little chicks are stretching their wings under my front porch, today they are about ready to leave the nest.
It is the most encouraging thing to watch. The mother doesn't do this all alone. There is a team that builds the nest, feeds the young etc. So it took two failures before they had success. They don't have the intelligence to ask why, nor do they have time to complain much. They build and rebuild. We need to do the same, regardless of how many times they smash our nest egg, or how many forces of nature hit us, we can never lose hope. Robin's hope is my hope!
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If I stand for my country today...will my country be here to stand for me tomorrow?