Loyola And Ernesto Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Loyola and Ernesto

In this world
-where absurd is the boss
-a lion must and will
-spend life behind bars
-as do the good artists
-and caring

In the eyes of an ant
-fish and wolf
-lamb, donkey
-life, is seen and defined:
- "Birth, kicking for some days
-then death and departure! "

Is not so,
-no, no, no
-not that fast

Say eyes of Loyola,
-as fighter with Ernest
-met Ernest
-is consumed by Ernest
-and gave birth to Ernest

She witnessed burial of dears
-her friend and leader
-and her son
-both Ernest

I cry for them too

Neither is she a Saint
-nor wishes to be one
-discorded are the two Loyola

Loyola is fighter
-is humble, devoted
-soft, sweet, resilient…
-one can read in her eyes
-two melting glaciers

Her heart is broken
-an ocean full of pain

Her brain is fountain
-of kindness, forgiveness
-in her chest, a thick book
-the core and kernel of history
-while insist governments
-their puppets and agents:
- "Forget her…"

In the nineteen-sixties
-when world was crazy
-under bombs Vietnam
-full of lies The White House
-Kremlin "Den of fox"
-came and went the pamphlets
-camouflaged were agents
-CIA, KGB and reverse
-Cuba would have a nuclear
-Japan and Germany under debts
-still paid for Last War…
-everything for the youths was to say
- "Let us go our own way, "
-begged to be "left alone! "

One of those who said so was called Che
-a rebel with guts and with mistakes
-a dagger in his back by friends
-among them
-devoted yet unknown Tania

In such times came along Loyola

She was chased, arrested
-and gave birth while still in the jail
-she never saw again her husband
- (arrested and tortured and dispersed!)

Their son, named Ernesto
-observed all…became urn full of pains
-his death to was cruel; drinking alcohol
-Loyola is nothing but a ghost…true saint…