Baluchistan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Baluchistan

Thanks to the ignorant
Seated in capitals
Of Iran, Pakistan
I crossed the border,
During day and night!
Both legal, illegal…

Heard many stories,
Memories are buried!

When devil's scissors cut
Left people on both sides
Ignored and abandoned…

They are the old owners,
And owners are poorest!

They lost the land, culture
While the Muftis declare:
"Are Kafir, to our faith
And Pagans are Najes! "

Inside me echoes call:
"Time has come to go hunt,
Stand up, pick the gun,
Kill the monks and mullahs! "

With pain I investigate,
Find, we are brothers
From same ancestors.

Out of need and fear
Some had to bow, obey
The bearers of Koran!

I met same in Andes
Mestizo-siblings
Are copies of Métis.

So, resigned from war,
Am filled with divine love!