Artesian Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Artesian

Pregnant the cloud of the time came, passed by
-so broke its water expecting baby's birth,
-child was named "Raindrop"

It landed in port named: "Mountainside"
-by a rock; and rolled down
-the slope turned to path, rain went on
-fell to mouth of the earth and lost light
-in tunnel of the dark lived no sun,
-touched a mass, all deprived of sky

Everyone had a past; converged their stories
-fictional, fantasy, like "Beast and Beauty"
-Good Monster living in a hiding,
-no trace of the lakes, streams
-no contact with oceans or the seas

These drops, driven from sun and waters
-talked for long, squeezed, pressured
-every word they mentioned was of guess
-of truth that they said was the base
-flicker of the fact became their foundation
-new laws were set with orders and directions
-filled with hate of others, disgrace
-"The liars, the pig-dog one percent, their slaves"

Angry and lifeless in dungeon
-they became a nation
-selected single name, a flag and anthem
-deep in core divided were members
-appeared to be same by sharing same threats
-deeply felt rejected
-from those in the light
-from those with pastors and the life

Entrapped with no rights, defenceless
-stressed with mental pressure felt depressed
-collected nails and knives to peek out, kiss the sun
-as a "well" "Artesian", ejected to surface but were seen
-by the life living there, under some single name: "Terrorists"