Rasputin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rasputin



Rasputin

Years are gone
Sound of words is enough to remind:
“Oh Russians” in the song.

And Sasha;

Thin, bony everywhere, even face
Of Cossacks, Asians, had trace
A photo, ancestor, officer
Picture of many words.

Now comment in paper:
“Wait until, come Russians.”

The words are clear
Dread-filled
Fearful

Who are they?
The Russians…

Friday, April 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nation
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