British Home Children In Canada Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

British home children in Canada

They wonder
-all of them
-with their heads in hay sacks
-or in sand
-or busy serving the
-tummy or down below
They don't know
-their hearts are too busy
-long dead, gone
-no brain and no mind
They wonder
-why do you want to die?
-why not live among us?
-why not and why not and…
-just why not! ! !
I read part of poem to doctor
-of eagle and crow
-life's secret…
-long life is for those who
-…eat junk and everything…even shit…
And I am an eagle
-in skies
-my wings are spread…
-let me go
-the best is to be shot
-even if the arrow is made of
-my own part…
Some ask me of my hate for UK, Britain
-look at them…
-want to say…
-comes to mind Charles Dickens…
-exported children…
One needs eyes to see deep
-with a heart and brain
-same went on when they said:
-kill the old Indian
-in the young children
I am not westerner…
-to be so, feel ashamed! ! !
-they claim and claim and claim
-West is a late comer, toilet full of shit…