One More Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

One more

In some words, said Malcolm:
"One young man took his life."

He, too, was First Nation
With no hope, future,
Entangled in "Reserve."

His contact with world was
With bottle and TV in front
And deep into soap operas
About life in the towns
In them so-called stars.

He lacked what his eyes saw,
Blond hair, and face of
Tom Cruise, Caucasians…

"For how long must get up
To return into bed late at night? "

He questioned, then answered:
"The sooner it ends is better! "

Then was found motionless!

Will become part of Mother Earth
As the dust in the wind or clay...

I wonder if ever
Spent time, read poems
Of greatest ever, of "Khayyam! "

Khayyam talks with clay,
He hears the vases and the bowls.

To him they are living
They have life like mankind,
And remain for ever, very long.

They converse and speak
They narrate the love-life.