Diluted Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Diluted

Similar are kids, leaves
-with their sounds; rustling
-while running and singing
-in the farms and on hills
-dancing into breeze…
- (toddler of the wind!)

Pure and innocent
-victims of machete
-scatter everywhere
-with mystic beauty…

Focused are many eyes
-on season's great art
-on canvas of ground,
-as if Louvre, Hermitage.

Diluted are life, death
-making large blanket…
-with varied colour-shades.

In frames, on the walls
-to the left and to right,
-are exposed in the lines
-of grey, killing-dark…

One painting of planes
-shows flight in clouds
-releasing many bombs
-to put end to the lives
-of people in Yemen.
-Each, every item says:
- "Is made in U.S.A! "

Another is filled with
-the spots of blood,
-scattered body parts
-in one of consulates
-representing Riyadh.

Diluted…diluted…diluted.