Komagata Maru Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Komagata Maru

Who are you with fair skin; blue eyes?
Blond the hair.

Let me explain, a return to your past.
You are shame.

You should know your queen, stinking.
Dirt on clean,

Further back a chieftain, those Vikings
Women-slaved

Now-a-day you teach me with a preach
“For or against”

Look at you, once again war’s declared
Your racism

Komagata Maru can help you if recalled
You’re blind

Rest assured at all time you’re the wrong
“Return ship! ”

From zero foundation to middle even now
Means always

My people sought, said “Peace” from start
“Welcome guest”

Everywhere in Europe the torture’s -cells
A must to recall

Collecting innocent as suspect sent to hell
Bush’s want

Those prisons Bu Ghoraib, then Bagram
Guantanamo?
The white man’s history is but shame
Huge vampire

It’s easy Enlighten! go back to a past
Steps, paths

Starving was Europe with the plague.
Many died.

That simple

Men in boats kept rowing; to escape,
Far abroad

That simple

Mostly, received, warmed, sheltered
By the hosts

That simple

Gringos Unthankful; worst the rapes-
Looted hosts

That simple

Then with their loots, they returned
Built palace

That simple

Host lost life to bullets of your gun.
Such went on.

That simple

Sex-slaves the women; or as maids
Creole, Mestizo

That simple

Peace went-killed, trees-cut, plant-gone
Bled the sky

That simple

In water died the fish and crops on land.
Air smoked

That simple

Invaders shared grounds, with corrupts
Against us

That simple

D’Arcy likes made contracts, all cheating
With bribes

That simple

In the mines, forced to work, all the boys
Pollute life

That simple

True-owners, old parents, lost their homes
Were savage

That simple

You spent my money, stolen, on your land
And technique

That simple

Instead you sold us old model killing arms
Chiseled tongues

That simple

Using cannon and the whips; pretentious lies,
Now drones

That simple

You did so on and on furthermore, grew hate
Now no return

That simple

Complain, no wonder why Gandhi and Nehru
To Guevara
Came to life, Mandela the copy, of Lumumba
The answer

Too simple

When you said, “The Gringos are master to you all”
Became aware

That simple

Britain was ruling, those on ship were the subjects
They rebelled

That simple

“Freedom all the way, hell to them, ” they said loud
Raged, shouted

That simple