The drums are beating
with sadness, sorrow now. Crying with the stolen souls of the innocent, lost children. Buried so long ago, never returned home from the abuse provided from captive walls. Healing circles chanting for the children’s spirit. Mourning the loss, the children who were never given a chance. Beautiful children taken from their elders, tortured and abused to forget who they were until they were murdered, placed in a grave, forgotten by the government and the church who put them in the unmarked dirt. Died being forced to assimilate. Little spirits rise in piece to be remembered, given to the ancestors to share in the healing drumming around the fires, tears lined over their hearts, preying for the Lost Children. June 1, 2021 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
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6/8/2021 06:36:34 pm
This is very sad and heartbreaking! Those innocent children never had the chance to experience the world. My heart goes out to these innocent children and their families. How could the government and the church let this happen! That I will never understand! Well-done, Andy! Thank you very much for sharing your poem with us!
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