The Saskatchewan Muse --- From the Banks of the South Saskatchewan
I am wasted
Did I ever have hopes and dreams?
Did anyone have hopes and dreams for me?
I was born
My mother was a drunk and a user
Did she at one time have hopes and dreams?
I look around
The filth is overwhelming and I am cold
Bottles are everywhere and people are high
No arms to hold me
Mindless words say nothing, mean nothing
How does one live without a connection?
A face that is constantly stained with tears
There's no one able to console or comfort me
They are lost souls
The cycle continued, they saw no escape
Except in a bottle which numbed their existence
Deep seated roots
Poverty, shame, ignorance and no will to live
The bottle or pills only giving a temporary relief
They escaped reality
Black mold, water dripping in overflowing pans&
Not noticed, as another drink took away the pain&.
I held out my hand
There was no one around to pull me away
So I, like them, drowned my dreams and popped pills
I want to live
Please, somebody help me&&&..
I don't want anyone else to be like me.
There are many who would like to make it and some do but the odds are against
them right now.
There is so much that needs to be done, but because of the Politics it is a very
We need so many more advocates, educators, councillors and help for the addicts
who have looked for solace in the bottle or drugs.
There are so many reasons for the downward spiral&..poverty, joblessness,
and loss of hope to name a few.
Desperate people in desperate times not realizing that their futures could be
Lacking the ambition or the knowledge on how to make the changes needed in their
lives, so they have become lazy, blaming everyone else for their miseries but
not looking inside of themselves.
Some do make it, joining the world to be a part of the changes that are needed
for their people. But it is not fast enough.
Greedy so-called "leaders" have taken advantage of the system, giving to themselves but not
If a complaint should come ... a flat screen T.V. might appease the anger
and the questions that are offered up.
They should be ashamed of themselves, living the good life while others live in
rambling shacks with no heat or indoor plumbing.
I agree that the Residential schools were horrendous but I am hoping that originally
they were built with good intentions in mind.
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions
Educate, educate, educate