Scorched Earth Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scorched earth

I envy you potter
You
Possibly, know nothing
Of Boer

You
If Iranian
Remained with Hafez and Khayyam, custodians,
I

Poor I
Poor I
Poor I
Poor I

Where is mom?
Mom! Mourn, beat yourself, and cry
For your son and tactic, scorched earth
“Burn them alive! ” Britain in Boer, also by Arians

What a shame!
I will never
Never ever
Feel proud of being Arian, or be human


No!
I am a bird
I’m a worm, a dinosaur
Something rare, whatever


Not of you!
Do you see my tear?
What about the river?
Ocean is, just a part, I can’t bear…