The Invisible People

O' it's written in books and songs, That we've been mistreated and wronged; Well, over and over . . . . Buffy St. Marie As storm clouds rumbled in the sky and thunder clapped giant hands another child was buried just another cluster suicide death she was ten years old . . . First Nation peoples of Canada live in all parts noted on charts some in places isolated where fruit, vegetables and milk is expensive limited, and of poor quality housing is inadequate and in need of repair full of mold, and bug infested where babies die some have no water or contaminated water some have no heat or meat sad when you think Canada was THEIR land (o' we are restless and discontent, dissatisfied and want better) but in the early history of this fine country they where hunted, killed, starved and unwanted and herded into reservations into submission, becoming dependent and in time gone their resplendent culture . . . but still proud and strong shame on the government of Canada willing to accept refugees putting them in nice hotel rooms and finding them housing when we have people living in horrible poverty conditions shame, shame on you Mr. Prime Minister in my solitude and musing I imagine a warrior on a high cliff looking at a vast land he sits proud under a dark cloud such is the shame as Canada is a wealthy and healthy country and the needs of the First Nation go on and on . . . these are truly invisible people today the government is working to right the wrongs some say too little . . . I can see a canoe's drifting beneath a limitless sparkling blue sky and fish are jumping and leaping then, my vision fades into an internal night and another child is buried because of no hope the PEOPLE are discontent and restless . . . __________________ March 30, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/The Invisible People Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1008-937-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.