Pawn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pawn

My back was to the wall
-when stood as a child.

My life was buried in
-power of ears, eyes
-to hear, also watch.

Many were gentle-men,
-ran and had slogan:
- "We let go of our lives,
-have written with blood
- ‘Our death or Mosaddeq! '"

Not yet six, I got in
-what is called: "Politics! "

Then school and the life
-travelled, back, front,
-attending many rounds.

So, I feel Caracas
-and Khartoum in Sudan,
-elections, Nigeria's.

Haunted and hunted are
-these corpses, on ground;
-fight for them vulture, fox.

In them I see what I
-observed as small child.

The race of left and right
-for setting coup d'etat.

Inside this dirty game
- (Planned, led by US)
-abused are poor people.

Wish could save children
-who, like I, stand there
-in shiver, against wall.