The Stone Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The stone

With Eric hit the road,
We drove and drove
Looking for the stone
Sacred and precious…

At which natives prayed
Like the Incas, ancient.

Asphalt roads, gravel
With turns and straight,
We drove and questioned.

At end of Saskatchewan
We entered Alberta
Searching for treasure
According to address…

Spirit in their hearts
Prayers energised,
Planted seed of love.

"Manito forgive us,
Enlighten and lead us, "
They pleaded in calm.

The stone is removed
Thanks to gun of cruel.

"Remove this, take away,
Pressure and force them
To bow to Lord, Jesus
And become Christians, "
Said priest, government!

By killing freedom
enslaved were people,
Following faith, orders
Of shameless Britain
That proudly claimed:
"Long live Her Majesty,
Rule our land; no sunset."