The Darts Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Darts

Tiny, lost, on asphalt
-saw it as if myself,
-wrongly out of the bus.

Two large hands,
-grabbed me, a woman's,
-I shouted and cried
-wanted Mom.

The chick looked to sky
-no power to take off and fly.

Drove cars based on light
-at the fork of Wynford,
-Don Mills Road…

All the eyes were focused
-on amber, red, green
-as well as walking white.

But the chick was alone
-nobody where it was
-not even of its kind

None! None! None!

My mind ran to Yemen
-kids digging, picks in hands
-with shovels to bury
-the victims of shot-bus!

US bombs killed those DARTs
-used Mohammad Salman;
-as faithful barking dog
-that serves the Israel
- (as Muslims' enemy!)

USA targets the Children
-in and out of US!

Shame! Shame! Shame!