Home Less Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Home less

At nine I, will head out
Am going to White Rock.

There will meet an actor
To talk of homelessness.

Is Cree by nature,
Descended from the
Victims of Settlers!

Decree was British
Signed by some crazy:
"Go, manage the land which
Is not ours, has not been,
Sits by Pole, Pacific, Atlantic! "

No word was mentioning
The Natives who had lived
Lived there for centuries,
Include the Crees.

Agencies of the King,
Greyhounds for hunting,
Using their legs and paws,
Strong fangs and jaws,
Mindless and brutal,
Bit and tore Natives up.

Destroyed most of birds
And with it, freedom,
Buffalo, lakes, rivers,
Saw others as worthless.

Confused is homeless,
Unaware and careless,
Dignity gone, vanished,
No reason for living.

So, why not steal, kill
Or smoke, or drink,
Cause fearful dreams?