They took me
Took all the light
All of our light
I barely slept
I was lonely
For the sky
The red brick building
Filled to the brim
With the glory of God
“He’s a heathen”
“Impure of spirit”
Well, I guess
Replace the Indian
In our children
With the glory of God
“The glory of God”
They tell me
The glory of God
I didn’t know an all-loving
God could demonstrate
So much devastation
They took me
Took all the light
All of our light
And replaced it with
The glory of God
I wrote this from the perspective of an indigenous child during the “60’s scoop” in Canada.