The Poor Little Souls

 

The school’s foundation was your graves.

No prayers were given,

Charlise motto was your eulogy.

 

“Kill the Indian, kill the school.”

 

No one knew your names.

Your faces faded long ago.

Only the real Higher Beings

cherished your shadowed memories.

 

The news came as a shock

like the nation never heard of a genocide before.

Can Canada really do such a thing?

 

“More than 200 children bodies found….”

 

215 lost smiles.

215 future leaders gone.

No laughs to echo the school’s horrid past.

 

No child was safe from discrimination,

as they were buried like jane and john does.

My heat aches as I recall this discovery.

 

For I can not say RIP

to those poor souls.