Our Morals And Theirs Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Our morals and theirs

See a wall in front,
Is close, I can touch.

On it, one written sign:
"This is death, soon will die! "

I hear an echo, is it song?
"Why not leave? Had enough! "

Go forward, get close,
Feel ready, verify, study.

And I am…
And I jump…
Make a fist…
Hit the wall…

Come to me older days,
Weightlifter and boxer,
Had firm arms...

See the wall opens mouth:
"Then foolish, become wise…"

Scares me voice of wall,
It speaks, I frown:
"Accept fact, I am right! "

To confess:
"Wall is right…
I was fool and still,
Unaware, crazy…"

I read, read,
Turn pages,
Change the sites,
In snap, I decide:
"Must stop, "
Hate them all,
Conic is academic,
Ignorance is what is!

Focusing on some dot?
"Now we know, can decide…"

Some talk of Trotsky,
From right and leftists…

Some talk of Black/White:
"Should have been such or such."

Girl who is journalist:
Writes about "Meant to be…"

None of them see orchard,
So, avoid the garden,
And select one to pick,
Of fruits, flowers…

I, the child of the farm,
And plain, and the heights,
Made friends with lamb and
All trees, bushes, grass…

My heart chooses orchard,
Of cherries and apples,
To almond and peaches,
Apricots and walnuts…

I grew wheat, barley,
Then ate corn on its cob.

Love all the Blacks/Whites,
To Yellow, most of all
Love Natives, of all kinds.

Why not live together?

We are one, siblings,
The word, love, is sweet,
And love is colourless.

Be parents, children,
Live hybrid, together