Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 103,509 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Bilal - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Two hours and over
-sat to watch "Messenger"
-saw Bilal and cried

"Why the swords? "
"Navy ships, guns, drone
-amassed hate, mistrust…? "

Marched questions;
-easily remembered
-me in room, in Texas
-Elijah Mohammad
-conversion to Islam

We spoke for too long
-I went with their journals
-the Blacks were tired of insults
-of the rich and greed, even faiths

Bilal too was the same
-whipped, beaten, insulted
-converted to Islam
-for peace, love…
-… and being equal…

Was born, raised there so know
-that belief, those people

Where are now those Muslims?
-my father and mother?
-the ones who trained us
-forgiveness of the bad;
- "Share love with everyone."
-what are these slogans?
-driving into mass
-and burning every house?
-where has gone that Islam?
-my fear is from politics
-remaking the Bilal…
-Not-afraid for his life
-caring less what may come!

Topic(s) of this poem: excuses

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 21, 2017

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