On My Land Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On my land

You who fights on my land
Do not know who I am!

Remember our kindness, pemmican
When you came to our land unable?

You who lives on my land
Never learned who I am!

You who now sets the rules
For people here, are the cruel!

You speak French or English,
Italian, Spanish, Portuguese,
Everything, to Hindi, to Greek,
Never with what it was before you.

We were taught to respect the nature,
Each, every creature, and water
To the birds in the air
And other children of the Earth.

You came and destroyed my culture
Never cared for our kind treatment.

Strange I was with your horses
And so-called firewater
And your gun, a killer, murderer.

But smart, hardworking, resilient
I learned and won many of races
With you when using them.

I dared you to match me
Or try to catch me.

Yes, I was like thunder, brilliant
In speed, playing with horses
Rolled and danced on their necks
As does wind in valleys and mountains
But became stagnant, motionless…
Thanks to your behaviour,
With the tongue of snake
That made me know devil!

You stole honesty and caring,
You buried love, sharing
While I am same cheetah
In plains, strong, fast, proud.

But in cage, called reserve
With gallows of regress,
I have lost my knowledge
And mourn my freedom…

You purchased, sold my land
And cut me with your axe
Like tree made rootless,
Converted to timber,
Good, only for charcoal.

Yes, deprived!
Am deprived!
A deprived!

And you lied to your own children
When they asked: "Who are they? "

Shamelessly wrote and carved,
Scratched on the walls:
"Savages, squaws
Are, all, wild animals! "

You ignored my forms, shapes
When climbed, descended
Like breeze in plains,
You never meant to learn!

You ploughed Mother Earth
To sow seed of the hate.

Be careful of karma's doorframe,
It reflects your selfish images:
"Follow the fox-jackal-business."