Expedition Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Expedition
Expedition
Am watching the Dersu Uzala
And see me in Andes, Prairies.
Everything and all words are copied
Like the ones in Bela -
Tragedy that shook the Circassia
Same, Same, Same…
The mappers talk, tell me:
"We made it, was nothing! "
I, never, can believe…
In the name of mapping
Telegraph and mining
They butchered origins
And sources, lifestyle,
Indigenous and locals.
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