We Are Papers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

We are papers

He is on ‘Go public'
His words are piercing
I feel them with senses and skin

I too am behind bars
A photo on papers
And some name with the dates…
I doubt that they are me…
Where are my heart and mind?
My feelings and the voice?

On paper cannot shout…

Hear him talk of son:
'Papers were ready and stamped
Our tickets purchased and were paid for
In rush we; Adam came
We informed embassy of his birth…'

Officials, as he says, rejected
They asked for more papers
And time was running out.

The papers; immigrants'
Limit time; documents
To go, not, authorized.

'Our baby? ' did not care officials
Their brains wounded up to clocks
They obey the orders, virtual…

Abiding by the law to get to Canada
Newborn was left to one of old grandmas.

Child's wound open wide; no healing
Come questions as needles; piercing
"How parent left baby for gaining? "

Parents are in mess now
Toward what have done
Why to be criticized and not be sympathized?