The Ernests Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Ernests

In Richmond of BC,
Saw houses, very big,
No one there, empty!

Also, saw some people,
Carry bags on shoulders,
With carts and bicycles.

Such houses take me to,
Yesteryears' memories.

In Iran, past and now,
And Ernest in La Paz.

He was named after Che,
The famous known rebel.

I look at my posters,
Drawings and pictures,
Mesmerized, find myself.

Keep thinking of Ernests,
Borgnine was an actor,
Hemingway, the author,
Also, Che who rebelled,
Then many boys and girls.

He told me, in La Paz,
Pointed at a big house:
"Here is where my dad,
Was killed after torture! "

His mother accountant
Of the El Che movement,
Was caught, imprisoned,
While she was pregnant!

My friend, young Ernest
Disturbed and displaced,
Found solace in the drug,
Took in much and left us.