Trip Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trip

I went to
The unknown,
The sacred,
Land of love.

I met the
Buffalo,
Massacre,
And murder,
And murder.

Saw graves everywhere;
Among them mass grave.

I went to
The fighters,
Peacemakers
And lovers…

Visited victimised innocents
(Those tried as devils,
Hung by necks
Like trees around them.)

I was guest
To heroes, Tootoosis.

I sat and ate with them
Smoked pipe and listened
Worshipped the Mother Earth.

I will fight till I die
For the right and righteous.

I am and will help the
Indigenous, First Nations.

Others are, as I see
The lovely siblings
Only if in peace shoe
To love and to respect