Message Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Message

He sent me a message,
Not a page, but pages.

About wars, displaced,
The exiles, immigrants.

Iran was among them,
Arrivals, departures.

The message was in time,
Since I had, encountered,
Syrians, Palestine's,
Lebanese and Afghans.

One may say they are well,
I do not see the same…

I have had my backpack,
Have followed the tracks,
Exactly as they have,
We crossed the borders…

Yes, to me the borders,
Make us bees and horses,
In the hives, stables…

Keep me out, don't talk of,
Governments and anthems,
Synagogues and churches,
Even mosques…whatever
Cuts, divides to pieces,
As the bad, good, better!

His message, in a way,
Said a lot and covered,
The abuse of landed,
In new homes, shelters,
Exposing just goodness,
Or feeding by kindness,
But being brainwashed,
By the secret agents!