Modern Slaves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Modern slaves

Fingers numb of the chill
-sit outside; read, noting
-Sun shines but powerless
-like most Kings, is worthless …
-but birds sing
-hop, fly short and long
- -for food, roof are in search
-these beaky architects
-want to build miracles
-among them the "Red-wing"
-the "Pecker" and "Robin"
-I feel like hearing hoot of owls
-and she is on cover
-of her book
-"Infidel" Somali! ! !

And I read to find things on pages
-I see ghost holding pen
-the book says: "is Ayaan's"
-I am sure is not hers
-it must be "Ghost Writer's"

It is food for brain but tasteless
-it is short of spice, flavours
-but still full of fun
-word by word

The teller kisses ass; holds hammer
-of the White and Western,
-bangs on heads of Muslims, her people! ! !

Hirsi is new kind of slave
-bloodless devotion
-admires the Europe
-her people, she betrays…

Such people are like dogs and lamas
-they give all
-bite, bark and give the wool
-in hardship carry goods
-in return may get bone, no respect!