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
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