Shoot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shoot


Jose Rizal says:
They bid me strike the lyre
so long now mute and broken,
but not a note can I waken
nor will my muse inspire!

And I see,
Gun in hands,
Maybe swords,
Nooses, or ropes.

I see the shadows obeying:
"Shooting, pulling to hang! "

And I hear the trigger!

Some are dead,
I know…

Who and why?
Whose order?

I am not in the cage,
No walls, nor in cells,
No borders,
No flag, no anthem,
No color, no gender,
No history, nor culture.

All are my siblings,
My sisters, brothers,
Children, or parents.

No more words can I awaken,
No more words can I awaken,
No more words can I awaken.

Why one cheats the other?
Why one kills another?

What right is in the order?
Why one pulls the trigger?