Treasure Island

Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

Malaysia in Kandahar


Malaysia in Kandahar

There are two
Two young boys

Both live in Canada
One took control
“Grandpa...is delay for money? ”
His father and mother are both gone.
(Disappeared with airline that is lost.)

So are two Iranians
Two young men are victims, but no talk.
No one asks “Who were they, and why there? ”
No one sees asylum and its cost, loss of life.

Some make jokes and rumors:
“Plane landed in Kandahar.”
Some comment:
“It’s taken by Martians.”
But these two Iranians.
Their parents in black...
They are afraid...
Inside them is fire and outside is a hell.
Worst of all is to hear:
“They hijacked the plane; terrorists.”
Let’s hear:
“Grandpa I will draw, sell my work; I can pay.”
Little boy wants parents; his lost ones.
The parents in Iran want their sons.
No comments, no one talks.

What a shame
Seeing some and not all
Open eye; don’t be blind.
I can see all the air-passengers.
With them all
With those gone
With lost loves and mourners
I deeply sympathize.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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