Sima Farshid

Rookie - 278 Points (Tehran)

The Eternal Cross - Poem by Sima Farshid

So heavy is my cross,
put on my shoulders
long long before Christ.

By Eve’s ears I heard
how Cain killed Abel.
By Mary’s eyes I beheld
how Jesus was tortured.

On his way to Troy,
sacrificed me
my own father
for his victory.
Nero burnt in fire
all of us Romans;
When into ashes we turned,
he played his lyre!

My cousins murdered
my brothers in Crusades.
Then Mongols’ horses
trampled upon
bodies of my sisters.

In African jungles,
trapped us white dealers,
and in their Eden,
witnessed I
lynching of fellow slaves.

My bones
turned into bars of soap
in Auschwitz’ ovens.
Years later
my sons cheated
others to seize their land.

My soul and flesh,
have been beaten
over and over
by fathers,

There’s no end,
it seems,
to beating, burning,
lynching and torturing
on this Earth.

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

Topic(s) of this poem: suffering

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015

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