Head And Heart Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Head and heart

I took an onion
I like to eat it raw
Chose a knife; very sharp
Cut it, halves
In centre was brown,
Rotten was in its heart.

Came the thoughts
Went too far and recalled:
"Fish rotten from head."

Head and heart?
Head and heart?
Head and heart?

Then march of
"He killed this."
"He killed that."
All alone…

Heard the choir sing a song
The rebels
The navy
The army
The police
Gun, bomb and dynamite…

Flew wind, came breeze
Burst cloud, and storm:
"They are all particles
In same air, in same sea, all drops…"

Most killers know the gun
Have worked with and tried
How to kill; as soldiers
Then returned.

Back at home miss the gun
Miss killing the ISIS, Taliban
They became disciples of same light.