Lullaby Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lullaby

Stage set
The scene and background, history
Mesopotamian, with shades of Rome-Greek
Light focused: “Gilgamesh.”

And the sound:

Wind, breeze, and the rain, avalanche
In distance sound of owl.

Lullaby
Grandma, grandchild and the noise infinite
Of cries of wounded; shells and bombs.

Young parents are absent
Search for food and the peace, if they can
On fronts and borders shed blood with pride.
In Turkey, Kurdistan and away…

Greek and Macedonia.
And Tunnel.
In the boats, on the waves, near rocks or capsized

“Once a man, named Philip, had a son…”
Tale goes on…son grows
“Aristotle got tired and gave up…”
Violin string pulls, cries.
“Killed and burned, pools of blood…”
Bursts the roof, shouts drum:
“The Great…Alexander…”

Her cloud her brain, melts and rains
The tears fall on child, and she sobs:
“Yes my child…murderers are great
Hungry and war-torn…terrorist…”

Child jumps up.
Never back to the bed
Holds big gun:

“History will see me as Great.”