Nassy Fesharaki

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Dead Boy In Bodrum - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dead boy in Bodrum

The poems I read more …
I read them original; also not
And they act as bullets.

One of them is Smith’s
“The bullet is his whole life.”
I read and mind flies
All around, Canada, and afar

And a child, upside down
Dead at shore; on his way…

“Run from misery…taking risk…never reach…”

Ashamed I, of this life
Shed tears and cry
Feel bullet in my heart.

Once again I fly
Leap in time
Long ago Abraham
True or, a made-up
Left to…and, shed blood
Then David followed up

Barbarians and Arabas; and blood…

Then Chengiz and Timur, and Japan in China
And Hitler…

Hole in heart has remained; bullet gone
It now sits in my mind; riddled I with bullets, and drones…

Escapees in the boats, and capsized
Before shores; in Greece, Italy; and the rest sit relaxed
Cruelty keeps growth, so does need, and so does…
And…and…and…

Invaders have changed shape
Past was sword, then bullets and cannons
Now is life of the child at the shore; upside down.

Topic(s) of this poem: misery


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 3, 2015


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