Spiritual Ceremony Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Spiritual ceremony

Port Alberni, in B.C:
"A woman raised a case
Against the culture of
Aboriginals, as their faith! "

You, blonde, pale skin
Have looked at your veins?
Have no doubt even God
Doubted if he liked you
Your hair and blue eyes
See-through your skin
All are so with sickness
Like fruits that you pick
Immature to put it in fridge
And add some chemicals
Or heat with, artificial
Nothing is complete
Thing is complete…
None is ripe…

Now look at your brain
You can see the same there
Read through history
Take a look at wisdom:
Africa's, Asia's and Andes
And compare…

Caucasian of Europe,
Built rivers of blood
Gunpowder, many bombs
And they raped in disgust
All in mass…

Now return to yourself
Who are you to tell me?
"Ceremony is my faith…"
Do you know anything?
Who are you on my land?
Get the hell out and wrap
Your pack of hatred, mal
Go back home and divide…