Foundry Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Foundry

Gun, gun, gun
-and bullets
-drones, bombs,
-and blood
-splashed and dried
-on the roads and on walls.

In rubbles hospitals
-roofs, ceilings broken
-most of them have no bed.

Everywhere sit urns of suspicion
-all of us, each moment in fear…

Washington is host to the marches
-of parents, classmates and teachers
- saying No,
- "No, No, No."
- "No to gun, No to gun; "

But answer of cruel is simple:
- "give guns to and train the teachers! "

Who is fool or fooling?
-you who sells or poor me?
-you intend to supply and lead me
-to purchase and buying; what are we?

Politics is fed by foundry
-tank-builder, Winchester
-McDonald and Boeing.

Foundry sells the guns to armies
-in US, all around…Saudi…

Bullets killed the wildlife changed living
-destroyed Red-Skin, Indian, Andean, Inuit
-filled the world with Metis, and hybrids of raping
-finally, …
-guns' nozzle has returned, is heading
-the locals, students and civil…