Target Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Target

While reading a book, I
Was forced to, did stop.

I must write of "Star"
He, broken with love
Of daughter that had lost
Made himself target of...

The Cut Knife area
Is known as zone of war
In Eighteen-Eighty-Five,
Government was the beast,
Its soldiers were devils,
Rich with arms, brainless,
All lacking faith, kindness.

First, they came as guest but
Now claiming it all, want:
"Kill them while still child…"

"Fine Day, " a commander
Headed the "Rattlers."

War was at "Cut Knife Hill"
Short of arms, the Cree
Were rich with guts and will.

Honest-Chief told people:
"Each bullet means the life
Of some pale, and coward! "

Make soldiers to be seen
With some hook, or trick:
"do something to come out,
Then you can aim your gun,
Shoot devil right in heart! "

"Star, " was chief's uncle,
Still mourning daughter:
"Let me be their target,
Focus well, aim at them! "