Kirkuk Now Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kirkuk now

Kirkuk is a candle
I am moth in desert
See no wind, no breeze
Encircled in fear and scare.

It is night in Tehran
Comes to me Mostafa:
"They drove, child is shot! "

Shah was gone
And revolt took Iran
No police; so no calm!

Kirkuk is a tat
For the tit of Mosul
On fire of devils of our time
The shrewd that is dark
The gift of our leaders, political.

I was told that father was drunk
Maybe so to help make scene of crime
And the child, seven years, in mom's arm
Fast bullet of the gun got in car from behind…
"After they ignored call for stop! "

"Child's brain splashed on windshield…"

From then I feel hung
To people; to brains
In Kirkuk
In Mosul
Aleppo
And Sana
Everywhere
All around

I see the children
Then mothers
And brains!