Flamingo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flamingo

Flamingo
That you sing…

You know well
Rosario

Now is yours, no worries
They murdered the owner

Your song of Libya
Solely yours, no claim

She has died under bomb
That land is bed flood
Of blood

You go on:
“It is mine.”

But please remember
Our graves, soon or late
Will become the walkway
For crimes; criminals
As are theirs

Unless with
Love and care
The art of devotion

Think of the, Africa
The Andes; Libya,
And Iraq, Assyria
Afghan and Palestine
And so on, and so on

Love is ours
Art is ours
All bloods’
Regardless
Of borders
We are one.