Border Poem by fraidoon warasta

Border



‘ the entry to their past and
future is locked.'
proclaimed a border police officer joyfully

border
is like a pond
covered by gold powder its surface
not every waterfowl
can take a flight
while the spiky tortoise
lurking underneath
murky waters

on the border
the roaring mass sedated
a standing man
who's buried his wife in black barren clouds behind
holding
a nearly frozen baby
angrily stretching her tiny hands
to grip the sun
and suffocate it

i was running to get them
some butter, bread and canned beans
i thought to my self
‘ in all our humble humaneness
we cannot save the humanity.'

fraidoon warasta
09 november 2021
on the train to amsterdam

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