Moses' Rod Poem by Ali Rezavand Zayeri

Moses' rod

I am not poet, but I want to write
When paper is black, but also white
About war or about real peace
About refugees dead in Greece
Where is Moses ‘Rod to strike the sea?
Who is going to death can named refugee?
I am not member of UNICEF but I am human
It is not important I am man or woman
It is not important I am black or white
I am not poet, but I want to write
About fake believes in face of religion
About fake peace in buddy of pigeon
About a fake movement in name feminism
Or a child who criticize terrorism
Who I am to write to change anything
We are a loser in corner of the ring
Who wants to help the world a liar or a fool
Who helps people is the real cruel
Paying a penny for save the oil
Keep the water enough to boil
Borders are the minds or maybe the soul
Now we have just one season the fall
Spring is far away from Middle East
Who is the boss who is terrorist?
A Syrian girl or an Iraq mother?
A refugee in name of father?
Who is terrorist a boy with a ball?
Who is small who is the tall?
Our story is sad but not elegy?
How many children die in your strategy?
I am not poet but I want to write
I am not black but I am not the white
We are all same nation we are human
If I am Persian, or Greek or Roman
All the history is full of the lies
Who could change the world for ever flies
We are just jugglers in politic circus
Someone not but some are famous
Your play will be finished when they want
Just they need time to collect their money and count
I am not poet but I want to write
I am not the left or even the right
Who knows a pen which can't be published?
Because it was a paper for a circus polished.
Freedom is a joke even in writing
We love to see killing and fighting
All the peace is one word to know why?
Where or when to birth or to die?

Ali Rezavand