For people of Christchurch in NZ killed in two mosques by the bullets of hatred
A world full of beauties
I tell my hands
Be gentle
To a sparrow
Just hatched her chicks
But a man fills his gun
With the bullet of hatred.
I tell my eyes
Look outside
The sun is rising
But a mother is looking
For her child
Lost in rubble.
I tell my feet
Go for a walk
The ice is melting
But a wall is rising, high
To separate me
From desperate people.
I tell my heart
Beat in peace
Our world is full of beauties
But a hand of hatred
Shoot at the people
Worshiping
Just their own God.
March. 17, 2019
Mehri Yalfani: Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer 