ABORIGINAL JUSTICE POEM: Behind the pines

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22 November 2012
ABORIGINAL JUSTICE POEM: Behind the pines

 

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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