Lines Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lines

I have had animals
Many and varied kinds
From birds to mammals
Have kept them free and
Inside the paddocks, walls
Therefore, know about bars;
That makes me hate the lines.

Imagine falling in
A swamp, full of shit
Caught by the Force of G,
Which pulls you under, deep.

All efforts to come out
Grabbing hays on sides
And stones, clay, mud
Get nowhere, no result.

You try, all in waste;
Losing your last breath
You remain there, stink!

Imagine impact of
A culture as fashion;
You try to avoid
But in it get sunken.

Let your mind to go wild
Among old, child to young
And impacts they have had
At home and travels…

In times I, sit and think
Hate knowing English!

With that I feel being
In swamp of the shit
Feel stench and stink.

As try to get out
Mind capsizes, sinks.

I recall Gandamak,
Treaties, Durand Line
With shackles that divide.

I feel like animals
That I had in paddocks;
Poor beings had no rights
I forced them: "This is right! "

Then hate the Britain
English, Shakespeare!

Thoughts take me to skies
To France and Russia
To Japan and China…

I fly around world
Air crew, as I was.

Great was that day when
Soon after the midnight;
We took off from Rome
Witnessed the Sun climb…

She was a miracle
Glorious and great.

Who the hell are we, what?
Just worthless, cheap peanut!

Language, travels
And the books I have read
Cause nothing but pain; pain!

See the seas of blood
That are shed with the lines
Imposed and supported
By Queen, as divine…

The Hell with Queens, Kings
And borders, and IDs!
Better dead and free than being...