My Uncle Alexander - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
My uncle Alexander
I have heard
Was fully fanatic
In muzzle, a Muslim.
He climbed to the roof
He dropped the TV to the ground:
“We must kill the devil…”
He did not act wisely
Did not know his own faith
His faith says:
“Final say is wisdom and knowledge.”
He was pet…in short leash…
Now the words penetrate my brain
Like cold wind of the pole on the face…
Alexander, Minister, is liar with power
Talks as did my uncle
But reverse: “ISIS is problem.”
He wants not
Or cannot answer, talk.
“Let us say you are right, who are they, who made them? ”
He avoids his own role in making the devil
Cruelest in the game is maker…
The devil is devil we agree
All of us
But Mr. Alexander
Your team is the maker.
Go fistfight your own toy
Do not kill innocents with your bombs.
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