Don'T Make Me Hate You Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Don’t make me hate you

I like foods and cultures
Rich-Varied, taste-spices
Loved loving for purpose
Being friends and be same
Respect and dignity; men
As always; in birth-death,

But you

You fed me day and night
With one thought, or spice
“We were killed, genocide”
“We were killed, genocide”
“We were killed, genocide”
“We were killed, genocide”

I’m tired, I’m tired, oh tired.

You’ve hidden and covered
King David (Psalm is sweet)
Solomon Conceiving, Never
Comes to light; comes to life

David is brutal, a mean man
He’s a sample for man’s life
Intention, “Keep low profile.

When, how, why?

Therefore you, have always,
Keep lying; repeated an only:

“We were killed, genocide”
“We were killed, genocide”
“We were killed, genocide”