This Is Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This is

This is for Crystal, Tanya,
As well as Favel and
Terry and my Malcolm.

They may see, read and like
Yet, maybe, never touch.

Either way, remains ours,
We, who are, the mankind:
"We must fight for Rights, get,
It is ours, do not beg…"

The thieves and the looters
Have varied, differed ways,
They come in with tricks
Which, we buy as magic
Of goodness, friendship
Or "Peace and Good Order! "

Look at old Sweet Grass
The chief and our elder,
His heart full of kindness.

He fell for the liars
Like McKay and chapel
That worked as middlemen
For works of government.

They planted the lies
Into the Treaties
And preached
And preached
"Jesus is the saviour."

They never said a word of
Jesus as being work of art
And some tool in the war
For the Whites, British
And French and others
For killing the pagans
In many continents…

Now after many years
Walls' cracks can be seen,
Though somehow broken
They stand, not fallen.

The Act of Indians,
Re-si-dential Schools,
And the rights of the kids
Are run by mad devils!

They preached and always:
"Finally, Savages as pagans
Will end up in the hell! "

Stand up Tanya
Stand up Crystal
Stand up Favel and
My Terry and Malcolm.

See the rights?
See broken false walls?
Use brain for last shake
Force it down to shatter…

Right is yours, go and get
Do not sit, whine and beg.

If you lack tools and means
Look at the worst of foes
Writing books, history
With science and tricks…

Adapt and use the same
Since you are the "Able."

You are jewels in crowns
Open eyes, look around
See heroes hung by noose,
None of them begged, cried,
Held their lives in their palms:
"Why to bow to insects? "
Was their ending comment.