N My Palm Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In my palm

Invented tractors
And tilled the fertile farm
Then, with seeds in my palm
Walked firmly as if God!

Meant to sow and harvest
Colonized, converted.

Lot of corn, barley, wheat,
Were sworn enemies…

All of them against me
United, made army…

When injured and afraid,
I was forced to let go…

I lost and they returned
To their past, retarded…

The freed ex- slaves
Had fire among them,
Each blamed another
For serving ex-master!

Am in cage of their Hell,
Of the cause am aware
But never will confess!