What Happended? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What Happended?



What happened?

With blood in his face complained:
“This fucking spring…”
“What happened? ”

He had pushed spring for his fun
Squeezed to its end
The poor thing bent at first…

Suddenly…to action reaction
And hit him in the face.

“This flood of blood and your pain…”
I told him: “is result of steps…”
He knew my finale: “that you take.”

Angry, he looked up as if I, am the one, criminal.

I approach indirect:
To knock wall and address, I knock door.

Are you there? You hear?
I suspect I can fill vacuum of your heart and your mind.

Dig grave for yourself
Make and sell, gun, and bomb, and drone…
But warning
Take a look at those cells in secrets,
Innocents were detained and tortured
Among them was Maher
New York, Damascus and your guy a Major
Syrian…
Now reverse; funny game

Destroyed is Maher though here
The oil was melted and, poured on dunes
No return…

Major means scapegoat.

Your friends are here
The ISIS; Taliban, Qaeda and others; like Major…

Thursday, September 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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