Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

The Alley of Dead Infant Clowns

We play in the streets shaded of grey
We sing and dance but in the saddest of ways
Duplessis turned us into little clowns
In boarding houses of very strange towns

Our mothers cried, we heard them we did
Crying from the skies
We became the faceless infants
We became many shades of grey illusions

We looked up towards tall figures
Priests and Doctors of the state of hell
Who declared we had no idea
Of our own state or our own fate

So we played in the alley of the dead
Infants as clowns in institutes to drown
Our pains well hidden behind our masks
Little clowns running away in the fields

A comedy of pain upon our naked souls
You big ones played
You had your roles
Now we dance in the alley of dead infants

You killed us at birth
You sold tickets to the show
Of dead clowns who dance
To the federal benefactors afar

Our demise was your pleasure
The dead end road to our destiny
Little clowns who dance to your whims
Children with stolen mothers

Our pain is your circus
Little figurines dancing on our heads
Experiments you say
We must decry, we are not happy clowns

Kill Kill Kill us all
Makes us fall into happy listless sleep
We must suffer death yet a second time
So be it! We live in eternal pain

In the alley of the dead infant clowns

Notes: I was listening to this video, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x1n-0MmLNg

It was the video itself and not the words that reminded me of an event here, I will post the info,

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duplessis_Orphans

This is a very dark moment in history, and a sad moment, and that video inspired me to re-tell the story!

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Lucilla Carrillo February 9, 2014 at 9:26 PM This is really, really good and you wrote it so well. it brought tears to my eyes. Great poem, thanks for sharing..... Lucilla. I fixed your name in the poem, but it was written as Vasco. Sorry... Lucilla Arthur Vaso February 15, 2014 at 10:37 PM Thank you, I was already over reading some of your new poems!

Eileen Manassian February 8, 2014 at 2:15 PM Arthur....your writing is so superb....You made everything so vivid...real. One can't help but be gripped by what you have written about this event. The world is a cruel place. You have shed a light with this write. Hugs Arthur Vaso February 15, 2014 at 10:35 PM Thank you so much Eileen your praise is always inspiring to me, as I enjoy your works so much as well!

Nette Onclaud February 8, 2014 at 11:15 AM very deep, serious read .. i'm saddened to hear about this,arthur.. you exressed it so beautifully!.. hugggs Arthur Vaso February 15, 2014 at 10:34 PM Thank you very much and yes, I think is always nice to give a voice to those who may not have one!

Adam -- Eve February 8, 2014 at 2:42 AM Intestate poetry...very meaningful Arthur Vaso February 15, 2014 at 10:33 PM Thank you so much for your kind comments

John Beam February 8, 2014 at 12:09 AM Thanks for sharing deeply sad sounds like more of MK Unorthodoxy Arthur Vaso February 8, 2014 at 12:11 AM Thanks for your kind comments!

Seren Roberts February 7, 2014 at 11:36 PM Such a moving poem, you have written about such a sad event.....Seren Arthur Vaso February 7, 2014 at 11:55 PM Thank you so much, and yes a very sad moment in Quebec history.