Salute Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Salute

She visits Georgia
Speaking of the wine
Which has roots in Shiraz.

She takes us everywhere
To vineyards and keepers.

History arises:
"Now it is discovered
That mankind lived here
Over a million years! "

Then, grapes grew wild
And people of the time
Buried them in the ground,
Stored in vase of mud
To use when life was hard.

And I think of people
In where king, Britain's
Sold as land of Rupert,
Now, US, Canada…

Whatever Europe says
of the people here,
include their cultures
Can be lies, manufactured
As was for Georgia…

Brothers and sisters
Each, every Indigenous,
It is time to stand
To fight for righteousness.

Shake off their way of life
Throw their boots aside
And fight with your blood
To prove what is right…

Become wind and breeze
Remove ash, show ember…