The Ur Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Ur

She, one of Fox anchors,
Though says is a lawyer,
Talks as do warmongers.

Knows nothing about Ur,
Harvesting homelessness,
With blood, and hunger…

Our sad, mad stories,
Duplicate ancient myth:
"A Jew is wandering! "

I feel goosebumps, shiver,
Inside my veins and nerves,
And in you? And others?

Ur is not just a name,
As is seen in the Bible,
It is an antique word,
Related to the water.

Go and read Gilgamesh,
Walk in the caves, tunnels,
You will find warmongers,
With the thirst for power!

You will see the rivers,
And the seas and oceans,
Also, chains of mountains,
Particles, there linger,
On the paths and passes,
From hills to the plains,
Over countless injured,
And corpses of victims,
Of the kings, emperors'
Slings or sword-dagger's
Genocides, bloodsheds,
Aided by God's agents,
With flags and anthems,
Or orders, commandments,
For choosing Heaven-Hell!