CPTnet
22 November 2012
ABORIGINAL JUSTICE POEM: Behind the pines
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Behind the pines
Have you seen a story,
Touched a memory,
Smelt the pain,
Read an old face.
Felt the same old wind,
That they did,
And noticed that your
whole being is drowning?
I was wandering in those
empty fields,
Hiding behind the white
bark birch trees,
Touching the abandoned
swing,
Rolling on those small
hills,
Near the round lake,
Where they had to run
every day.
Behind the pines
Where I could not go
And you cannot see,
There is a cemetery.
Keep a minute of
silence
For the kids that were
forced
Into Residential
Schools.
by Julián Gutiérrez Castaño
pictures by Melinda Enns
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