Buried Truth
Indigenous Peoples of Canada Day — a poem
Buried Truth Bathed in Orange
Lightning rips the black sky, whipping winds toss earthly treasures
like broken dreams and promises against
stately trees that witnessed truth from the past.
High branches bow, drenched in the deluge.
Slowly, nature stills.
Calm descends.
The downpour stops as if a powerful hand
turned off a divine faucet.
Clouds disperse, revealing the brilliance
of a glorious sunset filling the heavens with ethereal intensity,
bathing the sorrow-drenched land in orange beams
as giant willows bow, weeping.
Flags fly across the provinces as
influencers rally to show support.
Lights change to orange for one day —
one day to mark the lives of all the lost children.
Indigenous Peoples tell their stories as they always have,
but no one listened much before. Now they listen —
because now the truth has surfaced in a time of awareness,
a time of social media and reckoning.
