Wendigo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wendigo

Love Moses as rebel
Not for ten commandments.

He stood to Pharaoh
Rest of it is to fool!

The fable became tale
And lasted till Jesus,
Even now, in our days!

In a way became law
Dishonest, with flaws.

Mostly tool for abuse
It takes the poor to noose.

Looking at Wendigo
Is the way that I go.

On White man's arrival
The Bible flagged high.

Claims said that Bible
Follows the commandment
Of no kill, no murder,
While has been poisonous.

The so-called conquerors
Used it as sword, dagger.

Settlers used Bible
To kill non-Christians
That are wild savages
And/or dirty pagans
Worshipping the devil,
The reward was Heaven.

Prairies' Wendigo
Was seen by such pagans,
As thirsty for blood!

Dipping into their way,
Can see more and further.

Wendigo was one who
Was, somehow, abandoned
As needy and homeless.

Such persons are free
From debt, owe nothing
To the packs and may kill.

Revenge of powerless
Is clumsy murder
Of others or own self.

Look at pills, injections
Of drugs, Vancouver's
And other towns, centers!

Each one is Wendigo
Abandoned, left alone!

Do they owe to you me?
Are they not debt free?
Do they not sell drugs?
Do not consume till die?

Old Nations and Natives
In the vast prairies
Had a law for ones who
Did not care, were cruel,
Chose a corner, cuddled.

Their law was too simple:
"Treat them like horses
That are weak, unable
To catch up with the rest."

Shooting the weak horses,
To decrease others' pains
Has been law and order,
Dictated by nature
To caravans, mountaineers!