Ayesha May Return Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nassy Fesharaki

Nassy Fesharaki

Toronto
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Nassy Fesharaki
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Ayesha May Return

Ayesha may return

She, once was,
Princess…

Daughter of,
African,
Dictator…

Their land was divided,
Occupied by others,
Colonized to the end…

Libya became a,
Gourmet for,
Ghaddafi…

The rest is history!

Came Arabs' Spring!
Taliban, Iraq's wars,
And changes…

Like before,
Empires,
Rose and fell!

Poor people,
Poor nations,
In whirlwinds!

Life got tough,
Those blind,
Were tranced,
Sought the past!

Princes Resurface,
March forward,
Charlatans:
'My devoted father,
Served you,
Was our savior,
So will I if return.'

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