The Names Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The names

Hate the names!
Hate the names!
Hate the names!

The names are like scissors,
Handpieces, jackhammers.

They cut and separate,
They give us new shapes.

Hate the names!
Hate the names!
Hate the names!

Why not all, be the same,
Like the drops, particles?

Why not we be nameless,
Everywhere, anywhere?

Why not all, be the same,
Be a drop in the ocean?

Why not be the same, same,
In some farm, cave, desert?

Why Katy, James, Sally?
Why Hitler, Stalin?

Why Trump or Biden?
Why Putin, or El Che?

Must shear religions,
Of the Hell and Heaven!

Why is one millionaire?
And poor the laborers?

The season needs lions
And the ants to jackals,
To erase this name jail.