Sima Farshid

Rookie - 15 Points (Tehran)

The Eternal Cross - Poem by Sima Farshid

Knows only God
How heavy is my cross,
Put on my shoulders
Long long before Christ.

With Eve's ears I heard
How Cain killed Abel.
And with Mary's eyes I beheld
How Jesus was tortured.

On his way to Troy,
My father sacrificed me
For victory.
And Nero burnt in fire,
Romans and me.
While into ashes we turned,
He played his lyre!

My cousins murdered
My brothers in Crusades.
Then Mongols' horses
Upon my sisters trampled.

In African jungles,
Trapped us white dealers.
And in their Promised Land,
Again witnessed I
Lynching of fellow slaves.

My bones
Turned into bars of soap
In Auschwitz' ovens.
Then my sons filched
Others' land.

My soul and flesh,
Have been beaten
Over and over
By fathers,

There's no end,
It seems,
To beating, burning,
Lynching, torturing.

Doomed by my own race,
With a crown of thorns on the head,
I carry an eternal cross,
Night and day.

Comments about The Eternal Cross by Sima Farshid

  • Gold Star - 28,664 Points Roseann Shawiak (7/4/2014 8:17:00 PM)

    Very poignant poem about fathers, brothers, husbands and how they damage tender hearts and minds of women with their tortured abuses. There is no sense in what they do, beating, burning, lynching and torturing. Carrying the cross of tortured abuse through life is a disgrace on men's souls. Thank you for portraying truths of the indignity of man towards women. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, August 22, 2014

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