Mercy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mercy

To me
-he was a broken passenger
-an American that I decided to help
-fallen; broken; shattered
-a Frankenstein, walking again, abandoned…

His wife left him
-reason, her mercy, to a Humpty
-dumped and broken and the King's horses
-unable to put him together
-she left a needy for needier

Please you
-you who finds a place in this poem
-do not pity me, do not do the same
-though I am the latter…needier…

She
-the poet of "Dear Exile" I read
Says the following:
"My parents came to this country as Hmong refugees from Laos after the country collapsed and the Vietnam War ended. I wrote this poem for them, who were so viciously uprooted and ripped away from their landscape of belonging, all of which had been prompted by a government's political agenda. I grieve for a country that I know they can never truly return to."
—Mai Der Vang

I
-have left behind a lot
-feel lucky to be in your arms
-but not on someone else's cost,
-prosperity…
-life…

Please
Please
Please

I saw that broken passenger
-a helicopter pilot
-crashed and divorced by his wife
-at a time he was a Frankenstein!