The Child And The Devil Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The child and the devil

In varied lands, cultures, proverbs,
Take shapes and echo back, in a web.

'Camel baking bread, ' Yemen's lore,
Has very deep truths, it fills the stores.

A devil one day met a bastard,
Far away, in a shadowed alley.

'Who can cause more damage? '
Slyly, the devil asked, questioned.

They whispered, made a deal,
Shook hands and went to see.

'Used a sling, I've shattered a glass,
Broke peace of an old man, woman."

"I went and made other, just like you, "
Indeed, said the devil and grinned!

I see the innocents and their fate,
Being Jews, Yemenis, or Gazans.

Deaf, blind, Moscow and Washington,
Only talk fire, and arms, to send more!

Seems the same with Paris and Berlin,
And mullahs, and leaders of Peking!

To victims, everything is nameless,
Empathize, all of them are in pain.

The guilty are not the mother, child,
The devils are leaders, all involved!