Eat
Looked at me, my friend
- "Here, this is a term! "
"Eat please, help yourself…"
-insisted, constantly, his mother.
"It was so in their house when was girl;
-she grew with fear of father…"
-said friend, explained.
Her father had been child
-when broke in the war
-and arrived in Iran
-from north the Russians,
-from South, Britain
-as Allies…
"The Allies did not care for people!
-They came in as attack the locusts,
-and gathered whatever possible,
-and stole and removed with train,
- (built by the Reza Shah and Germans.) "
I could see the fear he had heard
-from his grandpa who observed
-The Allies' Wilderness.
"Grandad and others were on roads
-they had lost their bread and grains
-to Wild West that claims
-correctness and kindness.
-With hunger becoming part of him
-he fed the guests and his family
-generous and very lavishly.
-He feared, was afraid that returns
-the draught that can cause
-what imposed Britain
-with Allies, Soviets…"
In his eyes I stared
-saw two pots; full of melted copper!
The heat of Mom's Dad's words
-was framed in offers, Taarof:
- "Eat please, help yourself."
Studied each of them
-found mother, impatient
-he himself excited
-and father avidly
-mirror to anxiousness.
"Eat"
"Eat"
"Eat"
Rang in me the bells as
-they do toll in church …
Lowered head in sadness,
-every cell was question:
- "What are we? Human? "
Am ashamed of the words
-embarrassed of news
-of draughts and hunger
-of the wars and murders
-of the kids going wild
-of killers, serial
- (elderly and or gays!)
-by drones and soldiers
-and the guns in schools
-vehicles on sidewalks.
I remain puzzled with
-politics', medias' blindness
-to all but the ISIS,
-Taliban, Bin Laden and so on!
"Eat"
"Eat"
"Eat"
Rings in me, permanent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem