Blackrobe
Blackrobe, never will we forget
What your churches have done.
The effect on our parents and our families
we will see.
Languages, customs, songs
Potlatches and drumming all forbidden
Did you think you helped us
With your schools?
The ways of the People
with their connection to Mother earth
Will never die.
Healing has already started
Our ways are on a comeback
The heartbeat of the first People is alive again.
As our elders are healed
Our people become stronger.
-By Fred Arrance
This poem was originally published in Megaphone’s Voices of the Street.
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