Bloody Helm Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bloody Helm



Bloody Helm

From when power helm
Fell to hand of Europe
Natural life has worsened.

With engine, gun, canon
They sped, travelled
Killed from the distance
The older residents
Whom, blamed as pagans;
Naming them "Indians"
As well as "Savages"
(The today's Indigenous
Or maybe, "First Nations.")

The evil of Europe
Is beyond hearsay;
Possibly is worst shame!

None has been exemption;
Netherlands, Sweden
To tiny, smallest;
The largest, when killing:
"Italy, Portugal and Spain
With France, Britain! "

These devils had own fights
In which they dragged us
Into midst of the fields;
Look at the last two wars
The world one, second one
And trace our blood
Shed for them, by their guns.

Count the Uzbek, Tajik
And Iran's mothers, kids
And those in Africa
And many more, around;
None of them was German
Nor Polish, Jewish or Britain's!

They were killed just because…

Saturday, October 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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