By- Jenn, W
It seemed that their hope
Was tied with a rope
Their justice seemed silenced
They want the government to allow them to rest.An innocent man
Desperate for help
His fate was met
But with the end of a gunThe criminal was freed
From the court, no fee
Colton soul wasn't freed
It seemed it couldn't fleeThe indigenous community
Is desperate for change
No matter the range
The government refused to changeA wonderful family
Living is Saskatchewan
A son desperate for am eye appointment
To only receive disappointmentA racist receptionist
Who isn't the best
Now can't rest
Because she was racistThe news, the media
They are just shady
They are greedy
To receive their moneyTalking about false information
About the indigenous community
They're afraid of the truth
Because they don't know what it's worthThey're just scared of hate
For a bad rate
But it's a little late
Don't you think?The indigenous community is shut down
It's a little bit of a let down
As the rain poured down
It covered the crownIt was pure hell
Like a never-ending bell
It was too real
To make such a big dealThere is a man
Who is made of power
He serves justice
And serviceWho cares if money
And fame
Oh it's such a shame
That he is the one to blameHe really is a devil
Who has a sick game
Wow it is a shame
He IS the one to blame.That we are playing
His sick game
Almost like
A feeling for fameThe murder
The receptionist
The media
The government.Can't they take a hint?
Just like a piece of lint,
Take it off, throw it out
For it grow back out.There was a residential school
The government though it was cool
But the children were drowning in a swimming pool
Oh, how cruel.The apology
Make me angry
I can't sleep
But to only weap.It's like a movie
That we can't see
Only to fear
Just like a strong bear.We cleanse
But just like a camera lens
It was foggy
The feeling was groggyI smudge
But I doesn't budge
It holds me like a grudge
I can't budgeI smudge my heart
I smudge my head
I smudge my stomach
I smudge my eyesight.A moment of silence
To end the violence.
YOU ARE READING
a mind full of poems
PoetryIt's hard to express emotion when you dont actually know how to put it in words. Poetry is a form of communication with the emotions we cant seen to express