Perilous Passenger

From nurturing homes and a loving space,
They were taken to a treacherous place.
Where language and culture wasn’t free,
The school dictated who we were to be.
To save their souls from the burning hell,
The ways and heritage they were to sell.
Malnourished, scared, and filled with fright,
Their ways of knowing fled with each passing night.
To endure and suffer through this perilous quest,
As many had to watch their kin laid to rest.
Perilous souls filled up with strife,
We sent them away to carry on with life. 
Frustration, abuse, and fear swelled up so deep,
Such horrendous stories for these people to keep.
Burdened and betrothed to their past,
Longing and asking “how long will this last?”.
A hollowed out shell with no owner to claim,
This vacant vessel was taken in vain. 
Searching for answers, a wandering soul
In pursuit of a way to try and console,
The absence of self or a purpose to be
In a place abundant of obscurity. 
Though void, desolate, and as grim as the night,
Love can pierce through this vale with trumphiant light. 
This power is out there, no man’s to hold,
Are spread through the power of stories untold.
Burning a path, giving lead way
To a lost sense of knowing we wish to portray.
A feeling of ease for this reclaimed soul,
To guide them all back, is the ultimate goal.
It takes more than one, to make these wrongs right,
It will take all of us, to spread this uplifting light.