Horror Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Horror

In wonder I question:
“Heart? ”, “Darkness? ”

The answer is blur,
As are dawn and sunset.

Where and what? Tell me why
Sun comes up and goes down
And the same with stars.
Why to make?
To be born?
To gather with ego?
To hoard in and compile?
To oppress, be oppressed?
To attack, kill, murder to make an empire?
Terrorize with horror?
To blame the others for the wrong and blame?

Is so called Mr. Kurtz a sample, a figure to show us Britain?
And France, Sweden and Holland?
And Russia and China and Japan?
In making Empires…