Sacred Feather Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sacred Feather

I dreamt of a fox and a cat
Up and down a tree of faith chat.

They had war
With words, guns.

Looked above horizon
Saw a bird trapped there
Of bad luck, rotations.

The bird was cheated and
Threatened and advised:
"Will love you if join us."

Warriors fought and fought
Each of them took a bite
And the bird did its best
To selection the wisest.

Finally, Brits won
And French surrendered;
Ran rivers of blood, Indigenous!

Now, TV, media
And workers in the shops
And PM and his team
And schools and the laws
And Police, RCMP
Implicit, explicit, secretly
Want us to "Forget it."

Hey blond, blue-eyed,
Immigrants of China,
Asia, Africa, Jamaica,
Iraq and Israel, Syria
All of you, open eyes.

The bird is a long dead
What is left is feather
Of eagle, (the scared)
In a sheaf not on head.