Choctaw Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Choctaw

Hey friend of too far,
You and I with two tongues
Can be one but are not.

Your source is maths and I
Stick to conscious, heart.

You check the "Wall Journal, "
I visit shanty house.

"How many? " when you say
Means the gold, and the mine.

"How many? " when I say
Means love and hug and care.

You want the doors open
For selling and purchase.

I want hands to rise, raise,
Pick fallen and caress…

You fear the COVID
I see Choctaw-Irish…

I see migrants, hunger
Of then and of today!

Look at the poor on waves,
Look at the poor and walls,
Look at poor behind bars,
Open eyes, look around…

You forgot Ireland, then,
To me, now is like then.

Extent hand, give a hand
Lift fallen, hold his hand.

Your tongue is maths and I
Stick to conscious, heart.