Canada

The Canada I was told as a child and held close to my heart all my life has just been a lie. I have been lied to my entire life about the place I call home. The country that fights for people's human rights not just internally but around the world has been a smoke screen.  The country that let people live free, a place that welcomed slaves from the United States, war disertors, people that if they lived openly in their countries would be jailed, hung or stoned to death. Now lets HATE run rampant in one of its largest now small town minded cities.
Hate, something so blunt. I tried to understand HATE. To try to help not only myself, but others that were not strong enough to carry its burden.  To carry the judgments of others by coming forward and having their life examined with a magnified glass.
Hate, I found out. is something you can't understand. Not only the person that carrrys HATE, but HATE itself. When you try to understand HATE, It feels like you are banging your head agaisnt a brick wall and no matter how much it hurts you keep trying to understand, try to reason with it. Until you finally knock yourself unconsious and you wake up in a daze. Look around and think were the hell am I? I do not recongize these surroundings and you don't even reconize yourself anymore. The reflection in that mirror is skewed, altered by someone other than yourself, by something blunt and and inhuman.

That is what HATE does to someone exposed to it daily.