Goy Yera Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Goy yera

Mother talked sweetly:
-to her son in kitchen
-"If you do respect guest
-…keep calm and be silent
-…with him while is here
-…I'll give you the skin! "

Meant of the large melon!

And the boy did as was told
-silently he sat watched
-not a word from him
-it was so till, until
-saw the man going for
-what mother promised…

The skin…

Boy followed the man's hand
-he shouted angrily
-"Don't even touch because
-that is mine…"

Though mother felt ashamed
-the right is and remains
-…of the son…

Most of wars, fights, terror
-come from the rights-raped!