Displaced Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Displaced

'Are you prepared…" Dan inquired,
"To attend the march with us,
To support veterans, our nation's pride? '
Nodded I, walked along...

In view, arrays of,
Armaments displayed,
Bazookas, guns, bullets,
Slogans spread...

Sprawled crowds, dense,
Big and small children,
Paced babies, teenagers,
Among them, displaced...

Diverse were attires,
Head-covers, pant-skirts,
Colorful their garments,
With fathers, no mother...

Their fathers wore beards,
Remnants of their culture,
Something I embraced,
We, trees, displaced...

No toil and adventurous,
Joined the U.S. friends,
Taliban won, unfurled,
Arrests and many deaths…

They fled, uncertain,
To distance scattered,
Left behind no tread,
But a nation in pain…

Kids' bodies are here,
Spirits over there,
Scratched their brains,
What nurtures the future?