Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 77,144 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

7th Generation - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

7th Generation

The scene relatively empty
Few flags in a candle holder-like
As if in altar

A sign
And another on its top
Clumsily sticking on the wall

The podium
A table, two buffalo skulls
In front a great handicraft; hung
A turtle, and on its back, tree of life…

“She is…”
Such and such
And “She from …”
And many more come on.

This is Seven-Generation
They are the re-awaken
Never to be idle again
Never ever, n-e-v-e-r

These kids of displaced, stranded
Listen to words; to the elders
They can, hopefully,

The elders of the elders
And elders’ elders
Of, the elders
Around the drum
So Sacred Smoke rise



Mainly of love and peace …
“Nature is us; we are the nature.”

Topic(s) of this poem: independence

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 7, 2015

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