Grievance Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Grievance

Being child of roughness
-love feeling the justice;
- (Valuable but scarce!)

Was born in worst season,
-in the heart of mountains.

The norm was ice, coldness
-when ruler was winter;
-but varied for my birth.

Worried were the people;
-they knew that summer
-there would be no water
-to refresh their gardens…

The trees of farmers
-would dry, fade away,
-no green to feed the
-goats and lambs
-nor chickens…

Daddy took our goats to
-sell them in the market…

Everyone wished, prayed
-for the cold to return
-they grieved what was loss.

This has been and remains
-the mankind in nature.

Eagerly we search for
-the gone, lost, and the dead!

We brag, shout, whisper:
- "My father, his father,
-my mother, her mother,
-our parents' ancestors'
-ancient life and system,
-history and culture…"

But know not the real;
-just live on simple guess;
-like monkeys, duplicate!

Look at two in Igloo
-soft, sweet, romantic
-in backyard, in city...

The two are settlers
-of forceful invaders
-who laughed at Igloo as
-immature and backward!

Now see it with respect;
- "Is part of our culture! "

Look at the First Nation
-becoming Minister
-and leaving…
-SNC, Corruptions…

Who is who?
What is what?
Which is right?
And the wrong?

Feel being mosquito
-in net of spider
-at the beach of a lake;
-am caught and entangled!

My parents made, laid eggs
-in moist, moss, bushes.

Fish eating when not-hatched
-in this mess, now I am…
-…

Who is who?
What is what?
Which is right?
And the wrong?