Funnel Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Funnel

Saw the king in the wind
Flew and flapped wings
Died in heat…

Of the cars and machines!

Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly
I shouted; voice returned
Died in wind…

Saw the tanks and drones
Saw corpses in blood
All died with…

The guns sold to armies!

Am drunk of anger, am dizzy
Specialists, professors and priests
Are shackled with mouth sealed…

Globalised, out of mind and blind!

Use my nails as claws
Dig into dirt and dust
Search for the human…

"Ouch from uselessness! "

Soon will die, will be gone
To join the mysteries
And dreams, the unseen…

Am handcuffed, fingers nailed
Wear crown of the thorn
And my tongue
Is scissor!

My words are all funnelled
Cut to hide pains, anger…

Forced I am to censor!