Passport Poem
By Nassy Fesharaki
Due to where and when,
I was born, partly raised,
Got involved in unheard.
In village in mountains,
Animals, herds, grazed.
Most people were farmers,
And lesser were shepherds,
We, the kids, shared plains,
Hills and rocks, and nature
With varied creatures…
Heard and saw wolves, jackals,
To wild goats, insects, birds.
We watched their survival,
Ways of life, joy, and fight.
Herd owners and masters,
Had set some laws, order,
using their wealth, power.
Took hot rod, knife, fire,
To cut, or for burning,
Animals, males, females,
To mark for ownership…
Shepherd’s dogs, earless,
Wore a saw as necklace,
That, they used as dagger.
Dogs stood to the wolves
Like heroes to the foes…
In village, we were known,
By our names, our parents.
In cities, we wear leash
Of passports and IDs.
Out of there, nostalgic,
Feel homeless, broken.
What are we humans?
Anything but demons?
Truly am ashamed
Of this life, and manner
That I see and observe!
Anarchist, I must fight
These cruel, brutal
Who sit, eat in palace
And claim setting laws.
Their works is as is leash
Made by the metalsmith
To bind poor animals…
I oppose governments,
Bin Laden’s, Snowden’s,
Giving, taking passports.
They, themselves are lawless,
Are beasts of wilderness
In dark caves, seas, jungles…
Bathing in ocean of
History’s war and peace,
In paintings to carvings,
And pages, or writings,
Badly feel embarrassed
Of mankind, this being.
Nature is shared mother,
They issue and revoke
Ownership of the land
And anthems and flags!
I cannot like the ones who
Sit in Congress and Senate,
Call themselves government.
