Sin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sin

I, without narcotics,
Alcohol or drink,
Head to toe am tipsy.

I am zone and ground
For a fight or some war
Between my inside, out.

Regardless of in, out
Each fights the other one
Using sword and spear,
To cause wound and injure.

I am into culture, the Cree
Of the land of skies
Prairies…

Study the heroes and braves,
Those facing the life, death
To defend and resist
Guns, bullets, Enemies'…

Hear them telling us who they are
By talking of their land, ancestors
And blood, aunts, uncles
And hardly, if ever, of own, self…

Then they talk of culture
With many protocols…

"Don't marry your blood
If you want better child,
It is sin, against us…"

They said what now science
Speaks of, discovered:
"Sick will be descendants
If blood of parents is of same."

Yes, feel hard to define
What I see all around!