I Swear To... - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
"I swear…" he shouted
"This is oath…undertake…"
and went on:
"I shall wash and clean as you do laundry."
He talked of the cultures, language…
"They are dirt,
they are filth,
they brought misery."
I listened and observed
his face red with anger
had frown in forehead
looked like a shepherd dog
foam in mouth kept barking:
"Pollution…that is all what they are."
Totally mystified I stared and he said:
"Take it back to your land…this is ours."
"You call me Indian…"
then he laughed:
"See yourself in mirror stupid; Indian? "
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