Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Victims of communism

Shame, shame, shame
That is all one can say
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Separation

In the darkness of the dark caves
I see particles
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Fictional

Morning is very young
Therefore light is needed.
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Garbage collector

This is my second day
Soon will be on my way
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Killed in the air

Passengers; and crew (forgotten)
I am sad and sorry; feel danger
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Photo for dead

On the site; Telegraph
There is a video; in still
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Please stop

One can say who has died
Look at cars on road side,
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Invisible borders

Unseen are lines drawn; these borders in our hearts, in our minds
In cities, in the towns
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Pain

Like radish, beetroots and turnips
I'm green on outside, pain is in
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Hitler of our time

Well, this is genocide
Keeping mass in a box
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