Dacia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dacia



Brendon, you rootless, fruitless dry tree
You brute
Brendon, you know well you are nothing
Dacia, as you claim, is some past history
Diminished and vanished and oppressed
Dacian equals, Danubians and Danubius
Brandon you took me to “Blue Danube”
Thank you

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