Daddy Of Dad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Daddy of Dad

Read poem:
"My people."
By Langston…

I know him
As know worms
That I picked
To have worked.

Mesmerised, I frown
Picturing eyes in mind.

If wise were ancestors
And devoted, parents,
We never faced burden
And insult and sickness.

Father said he would send
All his sons, to defend
The household and respect,
"If they die, all of them,
I will fight till myself
Win the war or end dead…"

He was a patriot:
"Cannot see women raped
And our house destroyed…"

Had father of father
As well as their fathers
To time when ancestors
Escaped the invaders
Had done same
We would have not ever
Seen hell and disaster
Encountered everyday!

The good or ugly parts
Are changes that arrive.

Think of the movies, songs.

Not long back they were the
Top voted, as the best
But today
Are censored as: "Mistakes! "

The latest in the list
Is Gable's:
"Gone with the wind."

Therefore, we, must, can say:
"The ancient ancestors
Of Blacks, Indigenous
As well as my parents'
Were not wrong
For their days! "

Mine escaped to mountains
The Blacks accepted
To live life as slaves
And the last, to be: "Red, "
And forced into "Reserves."

With their lives in the cage
We, their descendants
Have been born in the jails.

How I wish they were dead
Far before sleeping
With the wives or husbands
Or maybe, possibly,
One of next-door neighbours,
Or raped by the masters
That came as invaders
And enjoyed our mothers!

Karo was a poet
In Iran, wrote Persian
But son of immigrants,
He cried, complained.

Both of us are the same
And talk of the same pains.