Canada Dreams

      Just Us in the Balance
              
How many silver pieces
     Balance a cross-rod level
To a living child?
Who would sell their sons for money
     And exchange their girls for coins?
What prices would we merit
     At the dawning of our lives
If we had been spent merchandise?
     All that energy and vigour,
All those clear and questioning brains
     Sold for profit: for whose gains?
Once a master, stripped naked of clothes,
     Cheerfully redeemed a sickly baby
With his own life.
  

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