A Girl In The Suitcase Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A girl in the suitcase

A girl in the suitcase?
What? A fact? Or fiction?

I heard of a young girl,
A lover, fiancé,
Her love fought her wisdom:
'…airplane had landed…'

The rest is like Quebec,
The Quebec's third fire:
'Was work of two lovers,
Their love was forbidden! '

The girl was a hybrid,
And her love was a white,
Problems with church, law!

They found their only way:
'Burn the town and escape! '

Out of sight of people,
They had to run away,
So, they did, set a fire!

Everyone was rushing,
Nobody was watching.

The city was charcoal,
Ash covered many homes.

Master asked about the girl,
And no one found the boy.

The lovers won the war,
Against the church and law!

In customs, the suitcase,
Was opened to be checked,
In it was 'A DEAD GIRL! '
If Love faces Wisdom,
Wisdom is the loser!