Sixties Scoop Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sixties Scoop



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.)

Thursday, June 18, 2015
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