Agora Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Agora
Agora
Doors shatter; books are burned.
Extreme destroys ornaments.
I watch it though movie
“Religion rises; bursts.”
And sure is, out of me
I see it all the time
In sleep and awake,
It drills through me
As if is part of me
Is it heart, or my feet?
Agora, Agora, Agora…
Rains blood; life is cheap.
Taliban of our time or ISIS,
Oh red eyes, shed tears.
For two sides of the wall.
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