Broken Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Broken

Late, tired
-down remained the curtain
-neither sun nor the light
-entered in, nor arrived

Radio; as always
-kept talking, voices changed
-till listened to "Current"

"Genocide"
"Isn't that genocide? "

Said the man
-living in Canada
-had been born in Iraq

"Assyrian" he said and
-insisted "Christian"
-only way to attract attention

Bitterly I smiled
- "We are of same blood,
-in old lands, Middle East, Asia;
-Georgian, Armenian, Turk, Tatar
-to Tazi who arrived of Hijaz
-and the ones who left or were kicked out
- ‘Abraham, Lot, Sara…to Egypt, Palestine…'"

Barriers, dividers, screens
-which make walls between us
-are Mithra, Zeus to Jesus and the Allah! "

Want to take dynamite
-gun powder, gasoline
-set them, all, on fire
-as made for Siavash

Let us love
Let's unite
Let's be winged
Let us soar to sky.