You took children’s self esteem and laid darkness

over silent dreams. Some you called names

and jeered them to the ground. Others you

raped and laughed in the name of torturous fun.

That was no home, no place of learning, nah

a place of chains and gruesome heart burning.

Nobody cared, one might think God was blind.

Where was the help, a little sister raped

and a young lad beaten to death.

O eyes turned and silence begat tongues. A

big man with a mean heart, held a young girl

hostage while pocketing the green selling

her soul. A pig of disgust but everybody gave

this human beast their trust.

Lord, I weep to think of the pain. I cringe

knowing what those little girls and boys

sustained. Beatings on a regular basis.

Relentless daggers hurled and bellies screamed

in hunger.

Yes the rapes were many, but fear kept secrets

for many a year. Where is the justice, who 

will stand accountable. No Angels worked at

the home for Colored Children, no fairness, no golden

rule.

What was the outcome, who went to jail? Did

human beasts pay their dues, or are they 

walking in fraudulent shoes? Now you know

a little about “The Home for Colored Children”.

An acknowledgment now sustained, our Canadian

Government and the Home of abuse, together

poured a Blessing, O the warmest rain. Though

your scars will remain infinitely, perhaps thirty four

million dollars will shine a light at the end of a

dark road.

Written by: Melvina Germain