Day of the dead <br /> <br />He is asked: <br />'Set the scene for your song.' <br />He gave words; he had talks <br />And each word was my plane <br />They took me to the heavens <br />To Taiwan and Tehran; Peru <br />Star-like, a comet; easy, flew <br />From cultures to some faiths <br />Pope thought was sure; worst <br /> <br />Buda sat on a rack; in Taiwan, <br />Around him were things, food <br />Rose smoke from some scents <br />We the guests; silence-respect <br />Hosts sought help from a king <br />Prayers, sacrifice and feeding <br /> <br />In Tehran, To-days see Shiites <br />They mean mourning Hussein <br />Like Buda, great man, respect <br />Prayers, sacrifice and feeding <br /> <br />In Lima of Peru people rushed <br />Bringing flowers; food, water <br />Cleanings, they opened graves <br />Prayers, sacrifice and feeding <br /> <br />Pope's words, religious politic <br />Was to raise to skies Catholics <br />His mean thought, hiding facts <br />Facts of past, of people on land <br />His theft is clear; Give Names <br />Build palaces; on old-old bases <br />Itself prayer, sacrifice-feeding<br /><br />Nassy Fesharaki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-of-the-dead-3/
