For If I May... - (About Aboriginal Residential Schools and Genocide)

For If I May... - (About Aboriginal Residential Schools and Genocide)

For if I may, I’ll dare be bold

To see that no atrocities which linger be untold

Returning warm friendship with a deep cutting cold

Their bodies, their lives, and their lands were sold

The tongue, the hand, the sword for the same deed

The law was made, those dark things decreed

With no conscience, it seems, THEY did proceed

No one left unscathed, for all would bleed

From the first corporation coming to prosper and has grown

On the backs of the nations, destructive seeds sown

To the remaining structures here, the roots hard as stone

Pulling life from the soil, feeding only THEIR own

Leaving none but bone.

Quickly THEY’d broken THEIR word and THEIR trust

THEY took and THEY pillaged, fulfilling THEIR lust

Still these are waiting to be heard, treated just

Accounting for what happened, so to heal, is a must

Children were taken, stripped from good care

A stench of hopelessness and outrage filling the air

Distraught are the mothers, fathers full with despair

For sadly still some can’t be found anywhere

Diseases were rampant in that type of place

Spread with intent in many a case

Irrational logic THEY clung to and continued to chase

Racism, Eugenics, Agendas, what disgrace!

THEY looked down with disdain from high on THEIR horse

Pushing and cramming THEIR own ways by force

THEY made many sterile, without choice of course

With all of this brutality, hardly a drop of true remorse

Testing, experiments, how many have bled?

And still they have nightmares asleep in their bed

Treated as dirt, again it plays in their head

Though they were the lucky ones, for many are dead

None is the count of the feet held to the fire
Though proof in great number shows many a LIAR
Again and again, they fight ‘til they tire

Help stays from the beaten, the trodden, in days dire

Many, the ways can be laid the blame

I hope in my heart that THEY one day will claim

These crimes that were done eerily in God’s Holy name

And doing so ridding THEMSELVES of guilt and shame

Should it matter into which culture that someone is born?

How flawed are those PEOPLE who trample and scorn!

While enduring the blade, those nations were torn

Left with deep wounds, and lost ones to mourn

They have no agenda, no motive to fool

And all the same stories from dozens of school

They only want justice for being treated so cruel

To be freed from the crown, the iron fisted rule

Too from THOSE COOPERATIVES within some churches and state

THOSE ONES whose acts were atrocious and great

So much horrid that brewed from THEIR malice and hate

Though still so much ignorance, even this late

I do not doubt that the stories are true

Of cover ups and shut ups, deceiving schemes too

Omitting real history, changing red into blue

Pretending as if it was nothing THEY knew

To this day the poverty, the heartaches and broken will,

Disadvantage and abuses, these things rampant here still

I wish I knew how, those gaps I could fill

How to chase the haunting memories away, so loud and so shrill

The drowning, tormenting, those feelings, hard to shake

Ripped, torn, and rumbling like a 10.0 quake

To put pieces together, a lifetime will take

No more mistakes!  Be aware!  Be awake!

Why do the scars not line up with what’s portrayed?

It’s due to the power that’s long been betrayed

This country was great once and great it would’ve stayed

Forget not how this Canada, with blood, it was made.