Wet Eyes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wet eyes

Turn pages
-see pictures
-sad and worn
-are the old
-and the young
-all cry…

-I make ships
-and planes
-with photos in my mind
-sail…fly…I drill…fracking…

They cry for the lost
-and wounded and the dead

Wreathes in heart:
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?

The kids were stolen
-by leaders, governments
-and forced to schools that
-killed their past, planted
-nothingness, no-oneness
-banning tongue and culture

Then go to Las Vegas
-bullets chained to the guns
-people are unaware
-suddenly are wounded,
-music keeps going
-till artist runs away, people fall

And Yemen
-Bangladesh, Rohingya's
-South and North America
-Middle East, Palestine

Everywhere see tears
-damn, damn, damn…

Damn this life! ! ! !
-it is so brutal! ! !
-better go; want to die!