Sow And Reap Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sow and reap

Up in air, in skies
On crests of mountains
Home of hawks and Condors
Things are seen different
Than we see on the ground

Let's go there with Attar
Thirty birds in council
Obstacles, troubles

There we look in mirror
There Qoqnoos and Simorgh
(Westerns call it "Phoenix")
And question: "Who are we? "

In Peru, Bolivia and elsewhere
Even in all black Africa
One can see Creoles, Gringos
(Blonde hair, blue eye)

Where's from unnatural?

They carried cannons, guns
They stole by torture and murder
They ran roots and grew in numbers.
With heads up they claimed: "We are right."

Time went by
Time change things; it's normal
Ancestors are long gone
But shreds, red drops of blood
And rivers, lakes and caves
Are painted, recorded and chiseled
Youngsters have gone wild; have not learned
They aim guns, plant bombs; shed blood, with the hate
Hate is rock, hatred carves, they remain all alight
Not for good, better-ness, but for worse, disaster
Let's keep calm; let us learn from past
Let us plow; let's sow seeds, plant love.