Distance Relative Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Distance relative

On one side I had him,
(My distance- relative,
Born in the Nev Sari.)

Other side were addicts,
(Poor victims,
Cantonese and Chinese.)

Selected, there I was:
"You, listen, hear, judge,
Be conscious, have a heart."

Intervened shared blood,
How could I? How could I?

Long ago, in the old days,
We gathered and prayed:
"Zarathustra, our leader..."

Later, when Arabs came,
To be safe, we parted,
My parents converted,
But not his, they escaped.

Both of us, long after,
Encountered Britain.

He became a Baronet,
But I am against them.

Difficult is judgment!
Difficult is judgment!

He helped ‘East India, '
And followed the royals:
"Regardless of who, how,
Kill and loot, colonize! "

How can I be the judge?
I love Jesus, Gibran's:
"Conquer but with love."