Assyrians And Armenians Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Assyrians and Armenians

Nagorno Karabakh,
To me, it's as if I
See myself, my parents,
And ancient ancestors,
Wounded in the mountains,
With nothing, all shattered!

They've left behind everything,
Spending nights and days,
Sowing, growing, harvesting,
They gathered in baskets.

Their possession is a shirt,
On their backs like drapes.

Histories behind them,
Stories behind them,
As well as culture, faith,
The beloved graves,
Also, the wounded, dead,
Lying there in pain, wake.

Nagorno Karabakh,
Ukraine, and Venezuela,
I don't just sympathize,
I am you, I empathize,
With Iraq and Iran,
Khalistan, Libya,
Afghanistan, Assyria,
Battleford, Saskatchewan,
Chaco and Bolivia,
Cholo and Cholita,
Metis in Manitoba!

I don't just sympathize,
I am you, I empathize,
I am you in my heart,
You, Blacks, Africans,
Filipinos, Australians,
I don't just sympathize,
I am you.