Sword Of Pen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sword of pen

Many are my friends,
Indigenous, First Nations.

Few are perfect in,
Tongue of their ancestors.

It is all traced in
The snake-colonialist.

Wait, stop, look around,
Our world is like the ball,
It evolves, has days, nights.

Arenas look the same,
No more are in cages
Gladiators and slaves,
Nor in field of cotton.

See the feasts in sky,
United, are raised high,
They march with slogan:
"Have had it, it's enough! "

Surely am one of them,
Was kidnapped, arrested,
And abused by masters!

I, too, will go and shout:
"Have had it, it's enough! "

We, no more are ready
For the kick, dribbling,
It is time for fighting.

Walk tall and join the crowd:
"Have had it, it's enough! "

Hear us the colonialists:
"You drew boundaries
And faked the histories,
We must, will reverse it!