Sandy Lake Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sandy Lake

Was I there?
Or dreamt half-awake?
Heard a landing plane
Carrying food and help
Most of it vegetables!

Some happy and gave hand
Lifting box, shifting bags
After came lift-truck
Bringing from plane.

In corner stood one
Murmured, nagged, and cared not:
"Take your gifts, I am not…"

Then talked of history:
"The best? We? Don't claim
But were we as we were
Knew us, our plains
And for life had our ways."

Angry with eyes bulged
He whispered:
"Now we are Ostrich
Neither birds to fly
Nor are we Camelidae! "

Suddenly he shouted:
"Hey people, you beggars…
Why have you lost pride?
They stole our ways, life,
Rich or poor we lived long
Till they came with sickness
They gifted misery and the death,
Gave us names, meant insults
Narrow-mind, brainless!
Let their help go to hell
We want back our old ways! "

All turned and looked at him;
And watched him as if he…