The Queen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Queen

Queen whose empire did not have a sunset
Now masters nothing but a nutshell
Even that is shaking by a weak earthquake.

Look at the Scotland and Ireland,
None of them is happy with London.

Britain is a word that lingers
Not for use, but wanders in space…

Memories that arise with this name
Reveal much cruelty; bloodshed.

Millions of people, families
Were parted by the walls; among them
Africans, Asians, Middle East.

Many were caught and shipped as slaves
And many were forced into the Reserves.

Devil is innocent if ever
Was to be compared with Britain!

This is not a joke for making fun
But lesson for the wise: "Learn from."

Do the rich, powerful have the mind
To sit and ask questions and revise
Cruelty, and abuse and their wrong?

Empires have been formed and fallen
Why are we only told of "Hitler's? ! "

Tell the ones who live in palace, ghetto:
"Open eyes to see how we were born
And how we die and end in graves…! "

Look at us, we came, and we will go
With nothing to be used after death;
Therefore, best is living with grace,
Which is lost with London, Britain!