Mr. Speaker, I rise today to speak to Bill C-30, the budget implementation act, 2021, no. 1.
Before I do so, I want to take the opportunity afforded to members in this place to speak to another issue of national importance.
 Canada has stood in mourning with the survivors of residential schools and their families after the recent tragic discovery of 215 children in an unmarked grave at the former Kamloops residential school. Last week, I was asked by the former chief of the Tk'emlúps first nation, Manny Jules, to read a poem of healing for the nation, and I ask members for their understanding and patience as I do so now. I hope from the way he read it to me, that I can do this justice.
 This poem is entitled Monster, A Residential School Experience, by Dennis Saddleman:
  I hate you residential school
 I hate you
 You’re a monster
 A huge hungry monster
 Built with steel bones
 Built with cement flesh
 You’re a monster
 Built to devour
 Innocent native children
 You’re a cold-hearted monster
 Cold as the cement floors
 You have no love
 No gentle atmosphere
 Your ugly face grooved with red bricks
 Your monster eyes glare
 From grimy windows
 Monster eyes so evil
 Monster eyes watching
 Terrified children
 Cower with shame
 I hate you residential school i hate you
 You’re a slimy monster
 Oozing in the shadows of my past
 Go away leave me alone
 You’re following me following me wherever i go
 You’re in my dreams in my memories
 Go away monster go away
 I hate you you’re following me
 I hate you residential school i hate you
 You’re a monster with huge watery mouth
 Mouth of double doors
 Your wide mouth took me
 Your yellow stained teeth chewed
 The indian out of me
 Your teeth crunched my language
 Grinded my rituals and my traditions
 Your taste buds became bitter
 When you tasted my red skin
 You swallowed me with disgust
 Your face wrinkled when you
 Tasted my strong pride
 I hate you residential school i hate you
 You’re a monster
 Your throat muscles forced me
 Down to your stomach
 Your throat muscles squeezed my happiness
 Squeezed my dreams
 Squeezed my native voice
 Your throat became clogged with my sacred spirit
 You coughed and you choked
 For you cannot with stand my
 Spiritual songs and dances
 I hate you residential school i hate you
 You’re a monster
 Your stomach upset every time i wet my bed
 Your stomach rumbled with anger
 Every time i fell asleep in church
 Your stomach growled at me every time I broke the school rules
 Your stomach was full You burped
 You felt satisfied You rubbed your belly and you didn’t care
 You didn’t care how you ate up my native Culture
 You didn’t care if you were messy
 if you were piggy
 You didn’t care as long as you ate up my Indianness
 I hate you Residential School I hate you
 You’re a monster
 Your veins clotted with cruelty and torture
 Your blood poisoned with loneliness and despair
 Your heart was cold it pumped fear into me
 I hate you Residential School I hate you
 You’re a monster
 Your intestines turned me into foul entrails
 Your anal squeezed me
 squeezed my confidence
 squeezed my self respect
 Your anal squeezed
 then you dumped me
 Dumped me without parental skills
 without life skills
 Dumped me without any form of character
 without individual talents
 without a hope for success
 I hate you Residential School I hate you
 You’re a monster
 You dumped me in the toilet then
 You flushed out my good nature
 my personalities
 I hate you Residential School I hate you
 You’re a monster………I hate hate hate you
 Thirty three years later
 I rode my chevy pony to Kamloops
 From the highway I saw the monster
 My Gawd! The monster is still alive
 I hesitated I wanted to drive on
 but something told me to stop
 I parked in front of the Residential School
 in front of the monster
 The monster saw me and it stared at me
 The monster saw me and I stared back
 We both never said anything for a long time
 Finally with a lump in my throat
 I said, “Monster I forgive you.”
 The monster broke into tears
 The monster cried and cried
 His huge shoulders shook
 He motioned for me to come forward
 He asked me to sit on his lappy stairs
 The monster spoke
 You know I didn’t like my Government Father
 I didn’t like my Catholic Church Mother
 I’m glad the Native People adopted me
 They took me as one of their own
 They fixed me up Repaired my mouth of double doors
 Washed my window eyes with cedar and fir boughs
 They cleansed me with sage and sweetgrass
 Now my good spirit lives
 The Native People let me stay on their land
 They could of burnt me you know instead they let me live
 so People can come here to school restore or learn about their culture
 The monster said, “I’m glad the Native People gave me another chance
 I’m glad Dennis you gave me another chance
 The monster smiled
 I stood up I told the monster I must go
 Ahead of me is my life. My people are waiting for me
 I was at the door of my chevy pony
 The monster spoke, “Hey you forgot something
 I turned around I saw a ghost child running down the cement steps
 It ran towards me and it entered my body
 I looked over to the monster I was surprised
 I wasn’t looking at a monster anymore
 I was looking at an old school In my heart I thought
 This is where I earned my diploma of survival
 I was looking at an old Residential School who
 became my elder of my memories
 I was looking at a tall building with four stories
 stories of hope
 stories of dreams
 stories of renewal
 and stories of tomorrow
  
That, again, is a poem called Monster, A Residential School Experience, by Dennis Saddleman. Again, I was asked by a the former chief of the Tk'emlúps first nation, Manny Jules, to read that as a way to help the nation heal. When he read it to me, it was quite emotional and I hope I did that justice. 
The government continues to move forward on this file, something that is very important, and it is time for action. As an opposition, we have asked for a clear action plan by July 1 on calls to action 71 through 76 of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission report. All first nations communities across Canada need that healing. It is time we listen to them and follow their lead and have action.