Demand To Kill Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Demand to kill

Wonder if reminder
Can be called a poem!

Age is like vase, an urn
As is the travel.

Reading tops flavor.

I have all in barrel.
Mixed, ready as pickle.

Recall, was around five
And witnessed the flood
Uprooting gardens, farms.

The decree of nature
Straight and direct:
"Immigrate, go away! "

The room's roof had fallen,
The wild beast had fled,
Hope, dreams did not pay.

Livelihood had ended,
Therefore, we departed.

Now, look at genocide,
The work of Ottomans,
Nagorno-Karabakh.

"Armenians, Azeris
In blood are the same, "
I read in Shahnameh.

Religions divided!

Siblings shall not hate.

My father sent me back,
Mostafa killed the lamb,
So, sister could roast it.

First order was to catch,
The second: "Slaughter, "
Third: "butcher, prepare! "

"Destroy, if not ours,
Set fire to the house…"
They say and are on run.

That fire makes me feel
In oven and cooking!

Am kettle on flames
Boils blood with bubbles.

I have seen many lose
Nests, shelters by orders.

Hate divide: "Yours and mine, "
More than that, borders, walls.

Siavash was poet
Born Tajik, at the edge
Of the line that divides
Tajikistan, Uzbekistan.

Lost his home and father
Thanks to warlords' power.

Why to call for revenge
In Blue, Red States?

Why allow fishing, hunt
In forests, deserts, ponds?

Why the daily demand
Is to kill bore and bear?

I oppose "kill, " demand:
Of coyotes, cormorants,
And Afghans, Yemenis
As wells South Sudan,
Ethiopians, Tigrayans.