Needing Bobtail Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Needing Bobtail

To you, I, Kesyao
-want to be like Mary.

She sat and washed feet of
-Jesus or "Son of God, "
-whom you kept in your heart;
-respected with much love.

Those bruises, frost
-on your feet do the harm
-to man of my dreams
-must be washed,
-must be washed.

I fill jar with tears
-with tears and blood,
-then clean and dry
-the feet of my hero;
- (a hero for all times.)

Stand up once again
-all of us must rebel
-to cruel, incorrect.

We need you our Bobtail
- (grand child of Bobtail.)

Take teepee of council
-we carry all the tents.

Let us walk and you ride
-to skirts of mountains
-those Apus will save us
-from fall, disgrace.

Apus are sacred and
-have saved our brothers
- (The Quechua, Aymara.)

I know my ancestors
-were saved by the Apus;
-so, please allow me
-bring my pot of nard
-as is my duty...