Home For Colored Children (Revision Since The Settlement) Poem by Melvina Germain

Home For Colored Children (Revision since the settlement)


You took children's self esteem and laid darkness
over silent dreams. Some you called names
and jeered them to the ground. Others you
raped and laughed in the name of torturous fun.

That was no home, no place of learning, nah
a place of chains and gruesome heart burning.
Nobody cared, one might think God was blind.
Where was the help, a little sister raped
and a young lad beaten to death.

O eyes turned and silence begat tongues. A
big man with a mean heart, held a young girl
hostage while pocketing the green selling
her soul. A pig of disgust but everybody gave
this human beast their trust.

Lord, I weep to think of the pain. I cringe
knowing what those little girls and boys
sustained. Beatings on a regular basis.
Relentless daggers hurled and bellies screamed
in hunger.

Yes the rapes were many, but fear kept secrets
for many a year. Where is the justice, who
will stand accountable. No Angels worked at
the home for Colored Children, no fairness, no golden
rule.

What was the outcome, who went to jail? Did
human beasts pay their dues, or are they
walking in fraudulent shoes? Now you know
a little about 'The Home for Colored Children'.

An acknowledgment now sustained, our Canadian
Government and the Home of abuse, together
poured a Blessing, O the warmest rain. Though
your scars will remain infinitely, perhaps thirty four
million dollars will shine a light at the end of a
dark road.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: March 14/2014