Madrid Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Madrid

Hey Madrid
I’m writing; can you read?
I heard that you have sold your metro.
Also heard you have debts; with zeros.
I heard banks calling you the bankrupt.

Hey Madrid
Go out shout: “Such reward is for all.”
The brute brainless who killed, raped.
(No mercy, no kindness)

Hey Madrid
I am told of the mines and Mita; you recall?
My parents, ancestors; my cousins and uncles
All forced to Sacabon without food, just Coca.

Hey Madrid
The mines of Potosi and the gold of Incas…
I am told “could build bridge between us.”
Is that right? You recall?

Hey Madrid
Go out, shout: “I received, my reward.”
Go preach: “Do not kill by planes and drones:
Inform the brutal: “What goes up will come down.”