Our Plight

Residential School Students Atrocities towards the Aboriginals in Canada OUR PLIGHT The creaking of the door at night Always sparked a fright For me and all the other Boys and girls What they were doing; was just not right. Morning, noon, and night Our thoughts were filled only With thoughts of our plight With desperation of the words “Flee or flight”. Where can we go? Who can we tell? Our teachers and mentors Were our tormentors At night we layed down Never a smile, always a frown, Always wondering How it would feel to wear a crown It has to be better than this There has to be bliss My parents, you I so miss Your hugs, your love, and most of all Your kiss With our thoughts and minds Frayed and being led astray We held hands and prayed, God, keep us strong, Let our suffering be gone. Written by mintra j mankasingh April 2014