Four Days Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Four days

Young fighters were brave,
Kept inside stable, as the jail,
Each shackled, tied in chains
Of jackals or foxes or vultures.

When came a journalist
To speak with their chief,
One spoke to have teased
The Whites and the Brits.

"Tell this guy to inform
My friends, those outside,
To feast and celebrate
The culture of four days."

He, young man, was Cree,
Born, grown with belief
Taught in the prairies.

"Supreme is the Great Spirit,
Gives and takes everything,
Our world is part of him,
In the shapes and being
Of cloud, buffalo, or tree
To mankind and the seas."

So, firmly they believe:
"Spirits in the bodies,
Have a time with limits,
Whenever comes the end,
Peacefully take your leave."

Spirits, for four days,
Confused, keep linger,
Then depart, go away.

The brave asked friends
To follow and respect
The custom of four days
In which those related
Gather, feast, celebrate.