Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 98,520 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

A Bullet In The Mouth - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A bullet in the mouth

Yes, is named after Simon Bolivar
But Bolivia is older, and recalls
Long before, far beyond.

Bolivia has buried in her heart
A lot of untold and covered, barred.

If asking Bolivia of the German Blood
Having touched her mountains, Amazon
For wealth, mines, she will sob and cry…

Don't wonder if goes wild
To laugh mad at it all.

She, The Upper-Peru, as once called
Is rich with extreme rugged heights.
Forbidden is Alto with Apus; the rich
That sit heavy, silently whispering
In ears of Inti; god, ruler of skies…

"The blind is blind and cannot realise
The words of our surface, speak, talk
Of what and who we are;
We were born in seabed and climbed
To become the tallest of the heights…."

Say Apus, that have been admired
By Quechua residents
And Huaris; the older pioneers.

The stones, rolled, softened
To form hills of thousands of meters
That speak without use of the words:
"We rolled in the currents of rivers! "

German Jew named Hochschild
Was racist, politically connected.
He opposed the German-descendent
Bolivian president whose father was doctor
And at end was found with his head burst
By a single bullet in his mouth…

Topic(s) of this poem: history


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2019

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2019


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