Core Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Core

Felt free, for a while,
Flapped wings to fly,
Unaware I was in
Cave, darkness,
And no sun,
So, crashed,
Hit hard rock!

Article on Russia
Was very, very sharp,
Dagger-like sat in heart.

It was on Geracheva…

A woman, Russia, young
The same as Nadezhda,
(A neighbor behind wall!)

Women were beaten hard,
Males were, both, brutal!

Though comments were many,
No one sought origin!

Some readers are canny,
Almost all are judging,
Nobody questioning:
"What sparked story? "

A man took his wife and,
Took her out of town and,
Kept beating on her hands,
With a sharp or dull axe.

In snow, she was left,
Left hand was frozen,
Doctors could repair it,
But the right is metal,
It behaves like robot,
Now, she is TV girl,
Considered a success.

In mirror of my mind
Walk Nadezhda, Vofka!

He was an ex-soldier,
From war had returned.

Having seen dead, blood,
Confused, half drunk,
Addicted to shout, fight,
Both at home and outside!

He grabbed her hair and,
Slammed her against wall!

My question: "What is cause? "

When reading art of war
Same question comes on tongue!

Art of war is online,
Some victims kill or die,
Many gangs sell, buy arms!

I question: "What is cause? "

Some are sent to fronts,
Some ignite the cold war,
End losers are neutrals!

I question: "What is cause? "

What is known of husband?
Could have been a soldier?
Good shooter? A gunner?

Or maybe descendent
Of ignored, sick soldier?

I question: "What is cause? "

Siblings, old and young
It is time, must unite!