Fishing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fishing

“Old is gold” I was told; and is gold.

“Fishing in the water, when muddy” was informed:
“Is taking advantage.”

Look around, purchase of oil for cheap, sale of arms
To ISIS…

Who are they?

Look at bombs and drones; they go out to hurt, kill.

Who are they?

In Egypt coup against the righteous, arrested, convicted:
“Must be killed.”

Who are they?

Africa, Asia, and Andes, and elsewhere, to the boats
Open seas, capsized, killed.

Who are they?

Here Bill, it is called a C-fifty one, in name of terrorist.

Who are they?

Who makes them?
Fish can’t see in water…when muddy…so catch them.

But listen:
“There will be day for everyone, from blacks to women
Finally Red Skin Indians; and the Fish.”