Residential Schools

Take Heed It was said unto the elders that their homes would be secure Had they only known what their children would endure Take heed of all the decades of residential schools Believe it if you will, the elders are not fools Forcibly removed by a team of red and blacks Torn from loving arms from their shanties and their shacks Disappearing from their homes, every child in turn Never to be seen or heard from, never to return Take heed that in these schools, times were always grand The money flowed in freely, you can understand Take heed that children perished though, each day another one In the hands of a priest or the clutches of a nun Consumed as if a meal, a carcass here or there Discarded as if trash, without a single care Take heed that someone could inflict, on any living thing A fate so horror-ific, that death is welcoming Take heed that someone else could live it, never mind a child Then perish to the wind, no death decree compiled Take heed of all the the fees, for every child in school But only for the living, that was the golden rule Take heed, a child of three, whoever that could be We haven't lost someone that young, a mystery to me To implicate God's hand in ways to make you cringe Epitome of hypocrisy, a rape and killing binge Take heed all you poli-techs, you own the sins of others Those who live on pedestals, and murdered their own brothers Yours to make amends, not just to be sorry Yours to try and heal, while they still bask in glory Take heed as they topple, it might help ease the pain Chisel at the emptiness, wash away the stain Take heed all you bigots, you never walked a mile Never saw the other side, never beaten for a while Take heed all you mounted reds, your reckoning is near Take heed in the Vatican, I can see your fear