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!
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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