Divided And... Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Divided and…

I was born in Iran
On her lap I grew
So she is my mother even if…

For her pains I cry
For her gains I get life…

I played many roles
In the shows of my time
As baby, toddler, and as young…

Read news time to times
Keep bridge
Penetrate between lines
And my heart beats, cries…

I find her divided
Divided-divided-divided!

I can see through words
Clear and open on the lines.

Language shows borders
And I see Religious, the cool guys', technical'!

Then again divided
Nationalists and lovers
And the ‘Cool chimpanzees.

Arabic is the first's
Excessive Technical for last
And middle has its way
Either is screened to pure…
Or
It is English to show off everywhere
"Globalised".

Last line is what I hate…
Let us mourn for cultures…
Buried are varied lives in caskets…
Poured is dirt…