Emancipation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He wrote a poem
He wrote of feeling holes in tongue
Poetic ambiguity
“Your word’s a bullet in my tongue.”

Now he writes
“Sweet taste of the tongue in action
With movement and all around and
The talk bitter sweet with the insult

He writes of
The words being strong as essence
The words being the fight, the war
The words being stolen then resold

He writes of
Stories being burned; to cold ashes
Old culture being used as the pillar
“Make churches, palaces...”

“You looted things that were mine.
You forced me to steal word again.
It was mine but somehow...”

He writes how
He has used new tongue to speak,
New faith, telling the fact, stories
Spelling “Recover the buried”

And he shouts
“You, your faith in sweet words,
You and using the machine guns,
You and lies, you and the scams,
I fight you with your tools.”

That he did.
So he won.
That is all.