This Poem Is For Him Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This Poem Is For Him



This poem is for him

Chaco is Green Hell
I went there for research
Of the war, oil flirts
Between Oil Standard, and the Shell.

The locals were victims and the dead
(In thousands)
I needed some bullets
Argentines’ or others’
And graves.

Guarani were people
The locals, displaced
By so called Christian
(Peace lovers)
Mennonites with claims

So I walked day and night
I finished my water
It ran out.

Almost dead was fallen on roadside
Eyes blind in the sun
Motor bike came and passed
I could not raise my voice
He stopped, and returned
Behind him was a child
In a can he carried rainwater

Human he was and
With me shared.

My life now, is half his
Doubtlessly I owe him
This poem is for him
And for those who read this
Better life we can live

Only if…
Like bike-man we can share
Part of us…

Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity
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