The Core Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Core

A castle is for sale
-to some it looks great
-but to some ‘Blood, Death.'

Castle is Scottish
-it is in Calgary
-not across Atlantic…

Owners of Kanata
-have "Hate Core! "
-even if is not told…

When looking at Castle
-boils blood in their veins
-remember their cultures
-raped, ruined, invaded…

Even if untold and in dormant!

Descendants of owners
-the so called "Red-Skins"
-see it as: "Stolen, dismantled! "

That is how core of hate!
-can remain walled, hidden!

My hate of Washington
-is very similar!

We had home to be ours
-it needed clean up
-we threw the junk out
-meant to set new laws.

Suddenly came Reagan
-barked aloud, sent Saddam
-injured us in that way;
-I received many wounds.
-Even now, Washington
-demands that I shut up,
-hate's cancer gets more salt!

My question is simple
- "With what right you order? "

Why are you demanding:
- "My way or hit highway? "

Truly you are dumb
-do not know rule of thumb.

Stirring swamp more
-worsens the bad odour!

You threat the Mullahs
-they cry: "Is War Time! "

And with that slogan
-I have to stop fight.

Allow me and my kind
-use our ways to stop
-abusers and corrupt
- (removing their turbans
-shaming them one by one!)

Each bark of the White House
-or Moscow's or London's
-puts our hands in handcuff.

Such threats turn nation
-into one big flame.

Scared and worried they
-run for their daily bread
-lose patience and go wild
-on the roads raise the signs:
- "Death to all of devils,
-to Yankees, Israel! "

I know well, you are dumb
-but still feel obliged to remind:
- "Core of pain in my back
-is of you, crazy, brainless! "