Swamp Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Swamp

In Nineteen Seventies
-changed lot of politics
-fell some and rose many.

Yes, is old story.
Yes, it always repeats.

Springs turn brooks, streams
-and rivers that flow
-to oceans and the seas.

They mother the clouds
-to make the rains, floods.

A repeating repeat
-circulates and permeates.

But that is visible
-to the ones with brain
-connected to deep faith.

To us who are some dots
-in being; too small,
-such dates can become sign
-and shed a bright light:
- "Life is just a spark! "

We are strike of a match
-or flight of a worm
-with "Glow, "
-in the dark of a night!

I owe a "Great Thanks"
-to Gypsies and the Jews
-and of course, to Hitler…

Each of them in a way
- (united or single)
-gave life to what is now
-the "United Nations; "
- (to bring much changes!)

UN tied many hands
-and gave life to the wrong
-of Veto that has caused
-suspicions, many doubts!

Why Taiwan was one of
-the five with permanence?

And why was replaced with
-the Peking, or China?

Who voted?

Devil moves on the wall
-in moonlight and sunlight…

But women, children
-refugees, labourers
-lesbians and slaves,
-include Indigenous,
-received the bright light
- "Your rights are equal! "

None of these would happen
-without the Holocaust
-and Gypsies who are lost
-and buried under dust
-as if they never were
-treated worse than Jews!

Now, China is danger
-walks, once more, with power
-that shakes world, and scares.

At same time, you and I
-the ones with small minds
-are asleep and like sheep
-in search of dinner, lunch.

I hate me for being
-nothing but a worm, which
-crawls in the swamp!