Nothing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nothing



Condor; that huge bird
Lifted up in Andes
And went up into air
Soared; climbed
In the endless sky
Went up, up
Disappeared as does dot

That going; in my mind
Boiled-Steamed as a pot

Condor is history
Chadian mass-grave, fresh, news
(Crime of Boko haram)

Then came Kurds and Saddam
Halabcheh; chemical

Then Japan and first bomb
Marched in-out Israel; displaced
Displaced, times and times

The news of seen, heard
Being aware and knowledge,
Travelled; passed in race

“What the hell? ” I questioned
We’re concords (in our mind)

In sky, we’re nothing
In this world and in time
From Adam (if true)

To the end of the time
WE’RE NOTHING
We’re nothing
Surely we,

Are
Nothing

Saturday, March 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming
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