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Indigenous People’s Day–A Poem

there is nothing I can say or do
to bring back lost babies and children
into the ever-waiting arms of their parents
though times passed wounds are fresh

i want to embrace. soothe and ease the pain
but their wound is long standing. runs deep
within me there is guilt through ignorance borne
how could i not have known? how?

as we look t'ward the day set aside
new meaning has birthed realizations of
sanctified genocide in beloved canada
in front of us all. now splayed bare

distrust of red surge on government duty
understood for the brutal reality
of ripping asunder nations on their lands
generations of stolen potential. gifts of life

cross yourself and raise thine eyes
under the guise of church approved torture
bastard pedophiles left to defile innocents
no one stopped them. no. one. stopped. them.

in our world now i weep for those families
my apology of recognition is all i have to give
as i back away head down in consult to allow
families and communities to grieve in peace

faye e arcand

12 thoughts on “Indigenous People’s Day–A Poem”

  1. A beautiful poem Faye. You have captured the essence of the situation. Thank you for this. I would like to share it with others.

    Bryan McIver

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