Standing Rock Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Standing Rock

Two horses are on top of detailed article
One brown
Another similar to what came in movies
‘The Westerns with Widmark or John Wayne'
Spotty, no saddle for Savage Indians…

The two men in riding; hold flags
More flags are treed in their land
Mountain-like they stand
For rights of Stand-Rock…

Feel a lump in throat
"Bravo" whirls around in my mouth
Fills my mind and my heart
Want to sing:
"My lions, jaguars we must fight
What is life of flesh as clay?
In this hand and that hand,
Turned to pot, and plate,
Even some toilet…? "

My feelings turn me to Mother Drum
My bones make frame, my skin spreads
Willingly I accept the sticks on my back
Heartbeat of Mother Earth
Fills the air for the men and women
To defend their pride as does Rock.

My hair is standing as head of a Tipi
They are poles, steel firm, sturdy
Near me my lover in Igloo
Of fire comes smoke; howl wolves:
"Dignity is the path and at fork
The sign is ‘Keep-get killed…'
Simple whirl can keep it live, free,
Or colour the ground with blood! "

Brothers and sisters, ignore dogs' faithfulness
They are not but slaves and bred as wanted
Know nothing of the life, they have lost freedom!
Let blood turn its red to maroon, frozen! ! !