The Totem, Not The Bones Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The totem, not the bones

This is for a Totem in B.C.!

All seekers of power,
Repeated, Said the same:
"Make your world far better."

The tellers wore garments,
Of soldiers, and the faiths.

And they lied,
All of them! ! !

By looking at the Tsars,
Kings, Queens, and Royals,
Emperors, and their kind,
Popes, bishops, Rabbis,
And the Muftis, mullahs.

One can see,
They, all, lie! ! !

"Scorch, " the truth,
A mother leaves her Will,
For the son and daughter:
"Find father, brother…"
And we see how bitter,
Are the rape and torture,
Abuse of child soldiers.

After years, a century,
A totem in B.C.,
Left museum, is returned,
To owners (First Nations.)

The chief says:
"Museums are like residential schools."

I agree and approve,
What about the children?
And the bones exported?
(Boiled to lose fat, flesh! ! !)