The Lost Children

​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