Lines Of Nazca Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lines of Nazca

Thinking of other ones
I am lost in lines of
What is known as Nazca…

Range, knowledge and the size
And beliefs on why, how
The lines were made, drawn!

I am lost in them and
Their reason, what for, why!

The today's working hands
Are too large, Africans'
Who came in as slaves
To work, be labourers…

They grow produce
Which is good to export…

But those lines
What for, why?

Nobody has knowledge
Of their depths; no one cares!

Scientists claim much:
"We are best of experts, "
But I can't accept them!

Not at all, no, never!

What they say is nonsense!

We, today, know nothing
Yet, claim: "Are seeing
Everything with science! "

Professors, researchers
Are dumb with the guesses;
No truth discovered…
That make me embarrassed!