Ivy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ivy

As my hand goes to kill
I recall the masses that were killed
They too sought simple-life.

I become a drill and go deep
Deep inside history
-Written, not
-Known, or not

I find the most recent
Carpenters and builders, cleaners:
Portuguese, Spanish, Kurds and Turks
All races to Irish

This is long after the Arabs and Genghis Khan
Feel burning; let's stop…

This chain and rosary is too long
-full of beads in graves
-massacred, killed, tortured
-A known one is Abram,
-recorded as victor, Israel's

History is a shame
Where and how got money?
-Of Sarah pleasing the soldiers
-Of pharaoh?

Saw painting on back of an Afghan
Slashed, whipped with same chain
Rosary of warlords and Muftis…
This rope is very long and endless
History is a shame

I wonder when see the labourers of today;
And question:
"Aren't they descendants of the same…
Brutal murderers of the past
Portuguese, Spanish and Vikings,
And Genghis, and Arabs, Ottomans
East and West? "