Our children, the children.

August new poetry number sixteen.

"It took more than a decade for researchers to identify nearly 3,000 children who died in Canada's residential schools - compulsory boarding schools run by the government and religious authorities during the 19th and 20th Centuries with the aim of forcibly assimilating indigenous youth.

Many families were never notified, and the children were buried in unmarked graves."

My children, the children.

The Kamloops Indian Residential School children are in my prayers.

Unknown number of children abused and murdered by the government schools.

The Canada government apologies and paid money to tribes.

In the year 2021, Canada still took the children from their parent.

Forced to be become different.

In Michigan, 221 un-marked graves found in a Saginaw government school.

I have four children, every one of them, precious to me.

I have five grandchildren and I would give my life for them.

I cried tears for the children in the un-marked graves and I wondered.

How did the parent, the grandparent learn to grasp the loss of their children?

The children were buried in un-marked graves.

The Canada government gave the names of 3000 children murdered.

I have burned sage for them and one day I will visit their graves on their homeland.

I will tell them stories of the forest, the Big lake.

And I will pray they found a peaceful place to rest.

In my heart, I will never understand,

How anyone could kill a child.

Put them in an un-marked grave?

My children, the children.

The Native Americans believe. The children are the wealth of a tribe.

They are the future. We must teach them well.

Today I remember the children, who cannot speak no-more.

I pray the families are okay and I hope.

We learn. Every child. In the four corners of our world.

Are the wealth of this world.

They must have food, shelter and opportunity.

They should not be afraid of the world we have create for them.

Today in Ukraine. War is now. Please pray for the people trying to escape war.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

I do agree with you, I do love this part though

Today I remember the children, who cannot speak no-more.
I pray the families are okay and I hope.
We learn. Every child. In the four corners of our world.
Are the wealth of this world.
They must have food, shelter and opportunity.
They should not be afraid of the world we have create for them.
Today in Ukraine. War is now. Please pray for the people trying to escape war.

SO much truth in your words

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Becks. Maybe one day? The children can be children without fear of wars.

[butterfly]

Its a moving piece thanks for shining a light on the children lost to this past tragedy and for Ukraine as they endure the war. Hopefully one day the stain of wars on earth will be removed forever.

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope dear Butterfly. I hope we don't pass the point of no-return. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is a very moving read John
It’s just one of many tragedies that govts all around are doing it’s sick
I can’t imagine the terror these kids faced it’s pure evil
Thanks John

[Coyote Poetry]

The evil dear Julie. Being beat to death. Jesus told us, no greater sin than to harm a child. Thank you for reading and your comment.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

I know I know

[Vertigo Cat1111]

It’s apparent the kind of person you are judging by this- selfless and a true soul who actually appreciates the innocence and purity of children, instead of harming them, over and over as our sick world has done and failed so many kids. Your poem is chilling and true, and reminds of all the things that are still ongoing. My heart goes out to Ukrainians and like you said, all the children who don’t speak anymore. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend, for reading. I hope we can learn. War is not the way to peace and the children. Are the wealth of our world.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes agree
Agree yes