Torn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Torn

Half-awake, half asleep, I heard this:
'I'm Ahmad, an Afghan in London.'
I am lost! Time has changed one hour
I tell me: 'Go to sleep or get up.'
But I roll uselessly; listening to the voice:
'In my teens in Kabul...'
Was employed by forces of London,
Here, there, he was hand
Good he felt but utill:
'They left and I'm worried...'
He went on after sigh:
'...Taliban...'
He talked and, I felt as being there in downtown
By river, next to Mosque, and the Bridge
Named ‘Kheshti' (meaning adobe)
'They left and we were prey, slandered,
Jobless and...Taliban stronger...'
I could see, though in bed
His fear; was scared.

I thought of normal life
And man's needs
And the world
And the deeds
Politics
Connections
Corruption

Then like birds
Like turtle
I hid me in feathers
Under shell
Murmuring:
'Let this world go to hell.'