Page 136 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Page 136

Once again encountered
The cruel behavior!

This page is, as I know,
Related, divided, scattered!

It takes me to past years,
Afghan King, Kandahar's,
Durrani, Ahmad Shah!

"Bring the three men, "
Yes, they had disobeyed.

Tied, are laid on the ground,
Then, three beasts arrived,
They are big elephants,
Warrior, well-trained.

Huge and humongous,
Monstrous, are soldiers,
Heard order and obeyed,
And on heads they stepped,
Squeezed the brains…

In the book I read now,
Talk is of some skull
Preserved in a box.

Red Jackets, Canada's
Expose this with pride,
With a note about cause!

Writing is one sided,
British colonizers',
Brutal murderers,
And rapist abusers!

Almighty's bone is there
For daring to rebel,
He is Voice, is not alone.

A Monarchy's action
Is one of examples,
In window, as sample!

Small piece of skull
Is silent but tells us:
"Japanese, Persian's,
Africa's, Ethiopian's,
Spanish, Britannia's,
Royalty is brutal,
As are faithful, loyal! "

Emperors, Kings, Queens,
And the Popes, clergies,
Have, always been vultures,
Their delicacy is corpses!

A thanks to Rudy Wiebe,
And the kind publishers
Of his book, and this page.

Drove to their address,
To face and encounter
Such great publishers…

Sun-like and ashamed,
Sought a hiding place,
Ran away, out of sight.

They were the morning fog,
Came and lived for short while!

One can see a Peace Pipe,
On it shapes of skulls,
Mourn clouds in the skies.

Picture the seas, oceans,
Count stones, and pebbles,
And the Sands, in plains,
Register caves, mountains,
And compare the numbers,
Victims are more than them,
Purify, use prayers, smudge!

The heroes face their fates
In many varied ways,
Under feet of monster,
Quadrupled by horses,
Behind bars, mutilated!

If organs are exposed,
In some jars or boxes,
In city squares
Or the rulers', agents,
Even in museums,
They share single purpose,
Copy national anthems:
"Scare the fearless,
By fooling the nation! "

Fighting for dignity,
For love, care, humanity,
Must help make future,
Under bomb, gun, canon!

Our bodies are soil and
Our blood is water
To the seed of righteous,
To the leaves, flowers,
Let mankind come harvest.

We laugh at fingers when
Show, point, indicate
Dead bodies and latches
Or the noose, mass graves:
"This is your future
If insist for freedom! "

Must unite, my friends,
Must devote toes to head,
To mind, heart, with efforts,
By reading and learning,
To stand defending,
Victims of all genders,
Anywhere, everywhere,
If in past, or today, futures.