St. Anne’s

by | Apr 2, 2021 | Political

Church on Holy ground
A fiction long believed
St. Anns found in Canada
The community deceived

Native children who attended
This residential school
Became fodder, simply playthings
For egotistic foolsAC

Mistreatment by the priest
Fondling this and that
Masterbation and co-k-s–king
Nothing Holy, as a fact

The nun not wholly innocent
Having guilt to share
Force-feeding gruel or vomit
To innocent’s in despair

An electric chair, wired and ready
For all the kids to see
In arbitrary use
As the priests and nuns believed

Now, long years after
With compensations being sought
The rug, a lumpy mess
Claims swept under it and lost

This was early human trafficking
By sackcloth wearing pedophiles
Governmentally sanctioned
Now dismissed with smiles

The governments responsible
For the laws it set in motion
Childhood stolen on their watch
Because of government promotion


Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)