Today my story is to be told.
Listen if you are young or old.
My name is Shannen. I have a dream
The government forgot us or so it seems.
We live in the traditions of Attawapiskat.
It's a wonderful life, no doubt about that.
Just as it seemed that everything we needed
Was within our reach; never defeated
The world decided to change our fate
Trouble after trouble piled on our slates.
Going to high school took a while.
We had to drive over 300 miles!
There were holes in our hearts
So many, so deep
It was then when I thought,
"We will no longer weep."
Then my dream was set. No more fuss
The government must remember us.
So with two companions I went to confront
The government like a peaceful hunt.
Like a hungry predator finds his prey
We arrived at our destination, not a thought in disarray.
We spoke with passion, like a sword dance.
Words furiously slashing, we had a good chance.But often I thought, "There is no fight."
This really just is one of our rights.
Then the government looked at it from our point of view
And knew exactly what to do.
But who knows if they were right or wrong
Unfortunately I died. There was no mystery.
But my dreams went way down in history.
By Nilaya Pappu, Erin Centre Middle School. Grade six.