Randy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Randy

Finally, it happened,
Sat and talked with Fred.

He was born Indian,
In a reserve as his cage.

Conquerors were tailors,
Cut pieces, used threads,
Threatened with a gavel:
"Must bring the children! "

Talked about Jesus, faith,
Punishment, heaven, hell
And need for repentance!

The nuns, and the pastors
Dictated as teachers,
They spoke against rape,
But raped those innocents.

Parents thought children,
Would be safe over there.

"Safe? "
He looks, face comments:
"Not, between toe to head! "

To his jest, I stare,
He speaks like Jester,
Silence talks of lectures.

No more words, just silence!
No more words, just silence!
No more words, just silence!

In my bed, he slept,
Hugged before departure.

No more words, just silence!
No more words, just silence!
No more words, just silence!