Kill Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kill



Kill

Kill, is the word I am the most familiar with
Used as a joke, between parent-child
Or between friends in a game
To the threat in a fight

Kill, is the most heard word in my life
From the worms and insects; in the farms
To using milk products, to meat, the animals
To times that left overs are covered; with mould

Kill, is the word I read of, when invaders attack
And when war and hunger driven Europeans
Arrive in the lands they never knew to give new names
From ‘conquistadores’ to savages and Indians, enslaved
And reduce the residents in millions
And when Pole livers witness the Vikings
In Quebec

Kill, is the word I heard; used for resident Indian child,
To the fertilizers and pesticides
And now…

Kill is what takes many lives in Yemen, Libya and outside
Syria and their peoples in the sea…at borders; in trucks

Shame
I want to kill me not to hear
The damn ‘kill’, not any-more.

Friday, August 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fatemeh Tarkashvand 17 January 2016

Unfortunately these days killing is the easiest job of a bunch of wild beast who call themselves human. thanks for sharing. I present you all red roses of my homeland dear.

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Nassy Fesharaki 17 January 2016

lovely, thanks you

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