Innocent Souls Poem by Annalee Somerville

A people. A culture,
forever scarred,
from settlers and soldiers
that came from afar.

Stolen. Taken,
cast from their lands,
beaten, enslaved
colonized by the white man.

Children abducted,
locked away in a school,
far from their loved ones
the only life they understood.

What did they do,
that made them owe?
To be killed and buried
all alone in the cold.

What did they do,
that was ungodly, unseen?
You thought they were savages
unpure and unclean.

You cut off their hair,
made them feel dirty, ashamed,
You beat and tortured them
in Gods holy name.

Your secrets of horrors,
now exposed,
will justice be done
for the innocent souls?

May justice come
swift in the night,
As the voices of
survivors and families unite.
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