A Lament For The Little Ones Lost
Little Ones, we bring you home
from your earthy bed,
Treated so poorly thus in life,
In Mother Earth you rest your head.
Snatched and clawed from your mothers’ arms,
Beaten down, mistreated,
Hurts beyond past numbering,
Your dead now reach far passed alarm.
Innumerable crimes have gone untold,
Tears as the tide come in,
Little voices in the wind,
Their sweet lights now forever cold.
With Ancestors and Mother you now do dwell,
In that “Residential” grave.
We’ll bring you home, now don’t you cry,
Always know, this isn’t farewell.
For our Ceremony never ends,
Our Wheel is ever turning.
Always in prayer for Little Ones lost,
Sisters, Brothers, Relatives, and Friends.
*https://www.tehrantimes.com/news/462406/Around-1-000-Indigenous-child-victims-found-in-Canada-in-less
*https://you.leadnow.ca/petitions/kamloops-indian-residential-school-215-bodies-found-call-for-urgent-action
*https://www.mprnews.org/story/2021/05/29/more-than-200-bodies-found-at-former-indigenous-school-in-canada
*https://nypost.com/2021/06/24/unmarked-graves-found-at-another-indigenous-school-in-canada/
Little Journeys Everywhere 