Sixties Scoop
Embarrassed and head low I bow to the owners; originals
Though varied in their names and tribes and their signs.
I am ashamed, not to know, unaware…
“Canada had scooped every child.”
Not before I was born, in sixties of the past century.
It went on till eighties; regardless of Charter of Man’s Right.
What a shame! ! !
I beg you for pardon…
Children, Aboriginals’, were scooped and sent to foster homes’ adoption.
I have seen
I have seen
I have seen
And I feel
And I feel
And I feel
And I know
And I know
And I know
Like my lambs
Like my goats
Those babies
I stop; can’t go on…
They too were adopted by shepherds
(One of whom fed me with, his Goormast.)
(The yoghurt off a bag, and goat milked on spot.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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