Quebec Failed
Today, government official
In Quebec, Canada`s
Descendant of French,
Went behind podium.
He, too, had practised;
Apologise in sleeves.
He sought the forgiveness
Of many Indigenous…
Such actions in these days
Is fashion, screen, television.
The shows that do good, well
Come back on screen;
In summer, binge watching.
Apologies are in line
In UN, U.S.A, Canada,
To Sydney, wherever
One can find trace of
The European genocide!
Peace seekers are kids or descendants
Of killers-invaders of North, South,
To East, West, every part of Europe.
From the audience
I hear a weak voice;
Rich with the mistrust…
Feel laughter and cries
Deep in the badly lost
Voice of a small child
In the arms of a Mom.
Walk to them, go near
Can hear the whisper:
"They speak in their tongue;
Where is mine? Is murdered? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope the native languages can be reborn for the future