MILAN PAPEZ SR. AND MILAN PAPEZ JR.
THE DARK HISTORY IN CANADA
The residential school genocide with all the unmarked graves is a human rights violation ignored by Stephen Harper and his conservatives.
This Poem On Indian Graves Was Written In The USA On Indian Graves And Published In The USA And Austria 150 Years Ago By Joseph Vaclav Sladek (1845-1912). This Poem Written Just Days Before The Residential Schools Were Built Here In Canada For Indigenous People And The Start Of This Poem A Perfect Description Of The Genocide In The Residential Schools In Canada.
On Indian Graves
A free country and yet unjust,
how more terrible the worlds did not see:
ruined in every step by a bloody crime,
and every ball of victory celebration
a wild scream that the barbarian did not even know about
on the ruins of Rome a hundred years ago.
THIS IS AN EXHIBIT THAT WAS PRESENTED AT THE ALBERTA HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION SET BY THE HATE CRIMES COORDINATOR, CHINESE COMMUNITY AND HARVEY KANE. BECAUSE THE HATE CRIMES COORDINATOR, CHINESE COMMUNITY AND HARVEY KANE AND ALBERTA HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION TOTALLY IGNORED THE GENOCIDE OF INDIGENOUS PEOPLE IN CANADA THE ALBERTA HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION SHOULD GIVE US OUR MONEY BACK. 27.8.2021.
When a bully puts pressure on their neck
And his servants tread on you in the dust,
all the bells ring the alarm;
when the savage of the fallen dances over the graves,
of those who pressed a knife into his throat themselves,
the wild one is a red man beast
and you scare the kids with that comedy.
But these people, who press you in his arms,
when the blood drips in drops
and in the heart sociable, simple, open
a piece marries like a mockery of lead,
even on the graves when his cursed
the winning song of Huron more pamper -
enlightenment entered the forests
and if any man that doeth it wrong, he saith,
the "odd oppression", the "romance"!
But - I will write, but not in odd words,
for I have seen the earth as a paradise,
with blue lakes that cyan
you can only race with them in a heavenly region;
and the dark forests glisten in the day
and they pass on that highland,
when the sun shines through it,
it is like the rippling ocean;
and birds of each bitch on the broad
and the singing mixes the breath in every wind,
and out of the bushes the great deer stares with the eye,
and the feet like a string beating the moss.
And from under the branches long, dark shady
the rivers flow clean, crystal clear,
like a tear when it comes from under the eyebrows.
And waterfalls colored in rainbow
silver band with rocks are pouring
and in flowers he throws diamond pearls
and fill the forests with a noisy melody.
And it washes away the far defenseless
with that variegated flowers full of scent, light
and the luster of diamonds in both malachite,
and all this, the vast beauty,
what is it where your hand has reached?
Where the wigwam stood, your immensity
the cities hatch as hungry as mushrooms,
and in the woods a strong hooting ax
and multiplies your work daily by destruction,
and from the woods a "fence" cuts the prairie,
and steam propellers fly across the lakes
and spread your robberies to the world.
After all, you have mastered everything for yourself
and they laid their feet in bondage,
each one of you invites this or that mile,
where is the land of that poor son of the earth?
Where enlightenment is not carried by the darkness of the robe?
You kicked him out of here like a doe,
that he has no room for his fainting heads,
you take him to the grave with a "kind hand"
and next year your weapon will fire
that for the dollar; he cursed either when he works
for him one human heart bleeds.
Where is enlightenment? so I ask again.
I saw the people in front of your houses,
as he waited with a beggar's face miserable
and he waited in vain to be found after him
and cast a crumb that falls under the tables:
and wonder that my heart did not break:
the son of the land, begging with a stick!
You have built freedom for yourself here,
the European slave has no idea about her,
but I see it everywhere with blood
today, in the past - and the future is dumb.
And be free, everything from the world
that slaves will come to you from the dust
and enlighten your enlightenment to you
how new sun darks into the night
and build to all that is human, thrones,
that reason will say, "You have saved us,"
or the heart of man will not be with you
also to ask once: �Where did the fallen millions?
Where did you leave Abel, Kain's killer? �
Who will answer for you in all your welfare,
who of the bright glow around his head
will it rid you of the red ray of shame?