Faithless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Faithless

I have seen the Arabs
-I have lived among them
-mean the rich and the sheikhs
-with noses rising high
-pass clouds in sky…

I saw so-called masters
-who behaved like hunters;
-like those hunting slaves
-who shackled their preys
-taking them to the fields
-of crops and cotton…

I saw those who carried
-lavish lives in palace…

I saw them when attacked
-by forces of Saddam.

Kuwaitis on the run
-sold their cars
-for peanut…

To learn more about the
-MBS and others
-take them out and leave them
-on roadsides as homeless.

To know a barking dog
-leave it on the roadside.

Dog will walk humble, lost
-with its tail between legs.

Only we, journalists
-writers and the artists
-whose love is freedom
-use blood and skin
-of our own peeled bodies
-to speak fearless…
-same to us, life and death.