Borders Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Borders

Some use the scissors, tear
Some take the sickle, tear
Some with words
Some with swords
Some with bombs
And…And…And…
But the worst come from the bastard
Politics
With borders
With flags
Palaces to issue the orders
And anthems:
"We have been…"
"We are this…"
"We must be…"
And…And…And…

Kurmanji said: "Yengah".
It means: "Wife; Bother's."

In research in Khojand and Kabul
I had heard the same word;
And I know it is used in Uzbek's Bukhara
And elsewhere…

The reason is simple:
"These people spoke same."

Came flags and borders,
People were divided,
Today's foes, old friends.

With sources of day's life taking turn,
Losers were heart, brain.

Torch now is the body's genitals
On Runways and top shows they ignite.
Enlightenment's claim is all but false;
The fact is: "We are caught in cave's dark! "
Most of past's good is gone.
Bad remained, flavoured, also topped!