Axe Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Axe

After work, working hard
Dancing rain, and clouds
Going out was bliss…
Meant a lot to have change.

Rain acted like an axe
For trees and the leaves
As axe works on borders
Dividing the nations
As istan, of Tajik-and-Uzbek
And Afghan, Turkmen
And Tatar and Russian
And Kiev and Poland

Damn you axe…you butcher
You land on every corpse.

After rain yellow leaves
Cried like orphans, chilled
And people of Bengal
Divided into parts
India, Pakistan
For a part Beatles sang:
Save people of Bengal
Tongue were cut, ears rock
For those in India
Divided Pakistan
Same dream for Punjab

Oh you axe
You cutter, cut and cut
Everything, even year
Spring by summer, and autumn
With winter…