Eat Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Eat



Eat

Looked at me, my friend
- "Here, this is a term! "

"Eat please, help yourself…"
-insisted, constantly, his mother.

"It was so in their house when was girl;
-she grew with fear of father…"
-said friend, explained.

Her father had been child
-when broke in the war
-and arrived in Iran
-from north the Russians,
-from South, Britain
-as Allies…

"The Allies did not care for people!
-They came in as attack the locusts,
-and gathered whatever possible,
-and stole and removed with train,
- (built by the Reza Shah and Germans.) "

I could see the fear he had heard
-from his grandpa who observed
-The Allies' Wilderness.

"Grandad and others were on roads
-they had lost their bread and grains
-to Wild West that claims
-correctness and kindness.
-With hunger becoming part of him
-he fed the guests and his family
-generous and very lavishly.
-He feared, was afraid that returns
-the draught that can cause
-what imposed Britain
-with Allies, Soviets…"

In his eyes I stared
-saw two pots; full of melted copper!

The heat of Mom's Dad's words
-was framed in offers, Taarof:
- "Eat please, help yourself."

Studied each of them
-found mother, impatient
-he himself excited
-and father avidly
-mirror to anxiousness.

"Eat"
"Eat"
"Eat"

Rang in me the bells as
-they do toll in church …

Lowered head in sadness,
-every cell was question:
- "What are we? Human? "

Am ashamed of the words
-embarrassed of news
-of draughts and hunger
-of the wars and murders
-of the kids going wild
-of killers, serial
- (elderly and or gays!)
-by drones and soldiers
-and the guns in schools
-vehicles on sidewalks.

I remain puzzled with
-politics', medias' blindness
-to all but the ISIS,
-Taliban, Bin Laden and so on!

"Eat"
"Eat"
"Eat"

Rings in me, permanent.

Sunday, September 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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