خدایان بی‌رحم – شعری از مجید نفیسی

Ruthless Gods

Majid Naficy

Outside, the warm wind of Santa Ana

Ruthlessly blows

And brings coughing and itching.

I am fallen in bed

Thinking of the world

Which has given its heart

To ruthless saints.

In Iran, the deputies of Allah still shed blood,

In America, the evangelists

Have voted for a con artist

To start Armageddon

   And in Israel, the criminals

Are inspired by the stories of the Old Testament

For massacring children in Gaza.

I detest the world

Which has given its heart

To ruthless gods

But suddenly the sound of a soft ring makes me jump.

My son has heard the sound of my coughs

From miles away

And has ordered bone marrow broth for me.

I let go of ruthless gods

And splash some water to my face

So that before the delivery man

Hands me the package of kindness

I will be ready.

November 8, 2024