Us Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Us

Among us
-Dead
-Alive
-Many if
-not, us, all
-lived hard lives.

Most of us
-are great
-when buried
-when are gone…

Look us up in textbooks
-search for us in city squares
-on road-signs…

Read the names when tired
-and wishing to have rest
-or sitting on a bench
-in the parks
-at a beach
-or…or…or…

There you see
-an author
-an artist
-a poet.

We are all treated as great
-only when gone and dead.

When alive
-most of us, if not all,
-are living a hard life;
- "Crazy, abnormal! "

We are thorns in the eyes.
We are bad, can't adjust.
The wealthy reject us.
Politics oppose us.
We stir, blow up.

Our friends are few
-but honest and true.

We are chicks of phoenix.
We dig deep into things.
We research, also read.
We observe, undress.
We speak with fire.
We stand to liars.
We find roots.

Worthless are most of rest
-with the wealth and power
-who lead, cause bloodshed.

But latter has hammer
-and chisel
-and wall, chain
-and beholds speakers
-with which can and with which,
-they steal children
-and encage as slaves and housemaids
-to kill them with venom to forget
- "You are the Indigenous! "

We, poets, hear
-and envision
-politics in the air,
-in the ring, wrestlers
-and thousands on thousands
-dying of hunger, thirst,
-and missing and murdered
-and lost in consulates
-in Turkey and elsewhere,
-acting a "Secret Cells."

Then unlike Kavanaugh
-and his likes
-we remain
-honest, bipartisan, fearless.
-To us life is bridge
-to our aim.