Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 7,073 Points (Dec 29 / Iran)

Michael - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Michael

Tocaña in Andes
Looks too rough, uneven
Residents are Blacks; strange
Africans of the south, north, centre
Hunted and stolen; moved here for labour.

Things have changed
The land is divided
They have parts
For coca

That is why they have song
“No coca, means no life.”
I talked with, fallen and toothless man
He shouted and cried; was drunk
With his words past surfaced.

Later met, the Michael
Black; from USA.

“You? Here? ” I questioned.

“I got my diploma, real good, could become
A teacher…” he stopped.

He had left, not for home, for border
Headed for Mexico; to see world
Called his mum and informed.
“This is what I have done.”

“But my son…? ” She complained.
“What is math; I want life…”
He replied.

Like Che, he, saw unseen
Worked and went saw the scenes.

His name changed to Miguel
Simple life of Yungas; pick and chew, the coca.
Coroico sees mountains of tourists
Who cross like breeze; not in tocaña; Charobamba.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, April 17, 2015


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