Let Us Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Let Us

"Let us…"
-hands tell me:
- "Let us write…"

"Let us…"
-mind tells me:
- "Let us shout…"

"Let us…"
-eyes tell me:
- "Let us watch…"

Dead are the animals.
Land is bad, no crops.

Hungry children
-they cry…

Guns in hand
-some rebel
- "Kill or die! "

"Come join us…"
-says Riel
-to Maker of the Pound.

"I signed a treaty,
-gave my word,
-am a man with pride."
-says leading Indian.

MacDonald has two jobs,
-Canada's PM and the head of
-First Nations' New Life.

"They never get tired…"
-of asking for more help! "
-Johnny lets go of thoughts!

Then, orders to kill them:
- "Shackle first to scare! ! ! "