An Afghan Rug Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

An Afghan Rug

I have a small rug,
From Afghanistan,
I love this great art,
It speaks in silence,
Like ash in a furnace,
Speaks with the flame:
"Go and burn injustice! "

In downtown Toronto,
The Police on horses,
Wear yellowish jackets.

"Generously he wastes,
Our hardship and sweat,
That we pay with taxes! "

I shiver and question:
"Who trained Bin Laden? "
"And who made the Hamas? "
"Did you not? Yes, you did,
Therefore, why complain? "

You were booed by people,
You who live in the palace,
You help those like Hitler,
You order the soldiers,
And those in government:
"Send more aid to Gaza,
Not for old, children,
Hospitals, sick, injured,
But to help the killers! "

I heard the Westerners,
Talk of Houthis, Yemen,
And the Gazans, Arabs:
"If they kill it is wrong,
Our killing is correct! "

You copy your parents,
Auctioning the slaves,
In markets to be raped!