The Germans Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Germans



The Germans

Most of times I feel lost
In storm I am a particle; or am dust!

As if in Moscow and
Corner of Red Square!

Wine of time
With barrel-filled-cellar
Hand in hand with Khayyam
With his book comes Hafez
And Mani and Arzhang!

We drink and then dance
To Rumi's with Hallaj
Drunk with divine's wine!

And I am a baby
Laid aside with sheep, cow,
Christians call me: "God"!

Then I move deep in time
First Big-Bang to two wars
With Germans; most spies!
With Sorge and Tania:
"Hitler is criminal, "
"Che is God! "

I see hair and thread
Pulled away; a life change!

What if not?
What if patch had remained?

Then I read of Richard
"Sorge, German but a spy; Soviets'"
And think of Arguedas
"A turncoat, CIA's but also communist! "

In storm I am dust,
This is why I feel lost!

Monday, October 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 24 October 2016

well said Nassy. It's hard if you've got the choice

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