Ab Anbar Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ab Anbar

I saw hope in the mess
Of pot of hopelessness.

A building will be built
With less of polluting
The nature and the air.

They will use deep water
For their cooling system.

The news is great…

With news, I, who was
Born and raised in Iran
Chill out in the summer
And sleep in mid day
Close to the desert…

In desert's neighbourhood
And in south where sun kills,
The Iran's old systems existed,
Now, is copied here…

The Badgir uses wind
To make the cool breeze,
Ab-anbar, deep water
For chilling food, water
As the cooling system
With no harm, pollution.

It is sad that we are
Truly, bad, vulgar
And trash the past as:
"Illiterate and backward."

Modern man came here
Destroyed buffalo to convert
Prairies to farming by machines.

Man ignored the horses
When made one of iron
Calling it: "The train."

I miss and badly miss
The man whom I adore
As my best professor…

Cut open my heart's wall
To read "Bertrand Russel."

He felt bad for mankind's
Following Europe's life
Of machine-made items
Plenty, less labour…

His simple example
Was making of needles:
"Let us say that machine
Makes many, in thousands
Far beyond, the required…"

Then after, the machine
Must stop and sleep
Or come up with a trick
For making some market!

Look at "Cool" as fashion…

Modern man brought gun
With head up, chest forward
Destroyed with pride…

Modern man rejected
The ancient First Nations,
In the world, North and South
Asia, Africa, Australia, America.

Modern man with machine
Cut the heart of the Earth
For mining and the oil
Polluting air, water…

Modern man, selfishly: "Invented"
What for long and ages, existed.