With No Dusk Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

With No Dusk

I heard and said and say:
"Knowing less is bliss! "
Since the books, articles,
Put me in fast planes
And soar me high in air
Where borders are erased.
I lean back and look out
Speak with the clouds
And let go of my thoughts
Let them reach the stars,
Galaxies and beyond.

They kill, add miseries
Of above and beneath
To workers, labourers
Of London, Britain
In eighteenth hundreds.

See George and William
To Queen Victoria…

Each is worse than other
Murder, call it: "Trade! "

Buffalo, to lions and deer
As well the minor children
Are hunted and butchered!
Those captured and alive
End in cage and shipped out
To those who are loyal:
"Domesticate, Civilise."

British Royals are criminals!
King issued the decree:
"Dusk, commit suicide! "

"Kill, Divide, Industrialise! "
Broke the families;
Africans, Asians, Americas'
Regardless of mankind, Animal,
Include the shipped kids of London!