He Met Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He met me

In dream, he met me
We had chat
Long and soft, no threat.

I knew he was killed by police
"He was a terrorist! "

"And what if? "
He questioned
I was lulled as a log.

He told me of his past
Of parents and his life.

He mentioned:
"Had questions;
Not replied or answers were in box! "

On his own and in dark with his God:
"Did not know if he was…
Searched for him, found Allah! "

Saw tears in my eyes
Did not know was for all,
Not just him…
All the youths, all un-found,
Reached out far, for shoulders
Tapped kindly to condole; to comfort.

"Oh Aaron…"
You are ice of the pole
On my heart, on my mind
"My dear I feel sad for you
And the right and the wrong kind."

Yet pray, hide myself
From light of questions:
"What is Right?
What is wrong? "
I am lost; cannot find!