Empathise Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Empathise

Stood there silently
-as do some, crazy;
-to my rim empathy.

Trucks were plenty
-in work, use, did vary.

Most men wore a jacket
-of black-red-orange.

They informed observer:
- "Work is in progress."

They repaired the asphalt
-filled cracks and the pots.

I thought of hopeful seeds
-who wished life, blooming
-freely; but deprived forcefully.

They too, are same as us
-when fighting dictators.

First spark is in dark
-then hope's hue, little light
-to go on face to face for a fight.

But the man took shovel
-poured heated bitumen
-in the mouth of crack…

As it is with us when
-are killed, imprisoned.

I don't just sympathise
-I am them, empathise.

Empathise!
Empathise!
Empathise!
Empathise!