Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Finger print

It is old
It is cheap
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It’s a cell, where I live
Both room-size and building
It is walls, walls and walls
As if cell in the hive
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Doubtful Agnostic


Like a blind deep in cave
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By the book

To my knees in these graves
I think that I’m walking
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Long ago
(When we, kids, went to school)
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Those hands
Round and small
Lifted me as if a book
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On ice I write
I look for sun
Sun come shine on
Melt all my works
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Racism

Of my eyes two stream
I had read
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Animal Farm

The news on papers, sites and yahoo
Politics as dirty as they’ve been forever
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I watch this and get sick
Sick of past that is yours and is mine
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