I have written a song to honour the 215 children whose remains were found near the former residential school at Tk’emlúps te Secwépemc.
The song was inspired by a protest song of the same name by Canadian recording artist Bruce Cockburn.
The man who raised me was Métis and this was the only way I could express my feelings regarding this tragedy.
My most sincere and deepest condolences to Tk’emlúps te Secwépemc and the Shuswap Nation Tribal Council.
If I Had A Rocket Launcher
Still counting children’s bodies — that’s 215 today
The Pope’s conscience is in tatters — he hopes it all just goes away
Just how many have they murdered — only their “good” God can say
If I had a rocket launcher, I’d make somebody pay
I don’t believe in colour — and I don’t believe in hate
I don’t believe in Cardinals or their silver cups and plates
Go talk with the Survivors — tales too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher, I would not hesitate
On the North shore of the Thompson — two-hundred-fifteen lay
They fell to exploitation — never had a chance to play
From the People of the Confluence — one dead child for each Estate
If I had a rocket launcher, I would retaliate
So sick of their betrayals — and all their gentile lies
Each year a broken promise — more politicians to despise
‘Stead of Reconciliation — platitudes and orange shirts
If I had a rocket launcher, each son-of-a-bitch would hurt
You’d think they’d have a conscience — or at least pretend to try
Every time I think about it — those children’s pain flows from my eyes
Their goal sure was to make desolate — echoes of their victims’ cries
If I had a rocket launcher, each son-of-a-bitch would die