Trinidad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trinidad

The Russians fought Japan
Gulags home, to Captives.
Anna’s mom is of there.

Korean divided to two parts
Their names ‘North-South’
Thanks to East and the West
Gulag too, hosted them.
Her father was born there.

Similar were their eyes, face and cheeks
Koreans, Japanese, in view of racists
Even if enemies for long time; centuries

In this way the foes tied
Set aside difference, became one
Now Anna, siblings, are fruits.

Trinidad, where Grace saw the light
Sounds Gulag, almost same.

By tricks or threats her father’s ancestors,
Indians of Bombay, or Madras; Calcutta
Were shipped to, they landed in Carib.

Worked and killed for master in London.

Thanks to the old ego; Caucasians’
Later, in Manila, Philippines, and islands
Surfaced man; Pinochet of the East named Marcos.

“Scatter and earn life, ”
He ordered and brought disaster
Some were shipped to Carib
Grace’s mother is of that kind.

Anna and Grace are two but same
Fruits of politics; pawns of games.

They work hard to survive.
Regardless; right or wrong.