Trauma Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trauma

We conversed by Facebook
His eyes were two ponies
That took me to the past
When land was pregnant
With nature's naturalness.

Could see time in flight
And sabres, swords, blood
Along with sound of guns.

Fell many Indians
As savage, squaw.

The Yankees felt proud;
Acted as hands of God,
Selfishly looking down
Saw others as: "Pagans! "

Raped, punished for its joy;
Used force and destroyed
Whatever meant great,
Was worthy and praised…

Looking at screen
In his eyes I could see
And read the trauma
Of being victim of
Injustice, history…

He wrote, asked for money:
"Can you please support me? "

I feel him flatly
Can see him plainly!

Is hopeless and dying,
Is victim, some fostered
Filled with the trauma,
Of ages, conditions';
Planted in his heart
To feed cells of blood.