Abhorrent Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Abhorrent

In Khojand (ancient town of Tajiks)
-in a way, I was pushed, squeezed,
-into the basement of old building!

City was, shamelessly, renamed to:
- "Lenin-Abad"

Where could he have been when
-the ancient, town was built?

For ages when city did exist
-neither was a Moscow, nor Lenin!

For days I, was lone-guest
- (Eat? Drink? I forbade! "
-I was on strike!)

Came changes soon-after
-shockingly; everything strange…

When a kick slammed door
-it opened, men arrived
-not on feet, thrown in
-like trash in the rags
- (all beaten in blood)
-regardless of their age.
-Most of them, if not all
-had bruise, blue eyes
-broken-bone were some!

Brutal wilderness!
Wilderness brutal!
Brutal wilderness!

Had heard of KGB
-but I had never seen
-not ever
-no, never
-had dreamt being there…
-arrested and detained…

-when reading books, others'
-among them Solzhenitsyn's; Alexander.

Now, in den, I was guest
VIP, and detained…

Seeing did vary, was very different!
-As the days went further
-felt the pains injected!
-Even now, after years
-it stays in my bones, skin, nerves.
-Entrapped, victimised, I feel them.

Encounter with police, enforcement
-can turn a poor victim to expert!
-Gandhi and Mandela can be two examples.

Enclosed inside the ancient den
-I became mixed, almost brother
-to the rest; (those detained
-thrown in like skin for yoghurt…)

They spoke, I, listened with patience.
-Gathered were of schools and markets!
-rounded up as shepherd and the herds
-with dog's bark; replaced by bullets, guns!

Oh, damn guns, gunpowder,
-bombs and mines and drones,
- (of marine or ground, or the air)
-chemicals in the forms of gasses…
-torpedoes and rockets…
-to bomber-airplanes…
-any tool of murder…

Man? What man?
-Human? Ignore that!

Such words and their meanings
-have vanished, are indeed!
-With gun's birth are erased; don't exist!
-Shame on gun's children, sharpshooters
-in jackets and helmets; night goggles!

Such devils, paid by us, have power
-their goats, sheep and victims, taxpayers…

What the hell is talk of
-Government? Governor?
-King or Sheikh?
-President or Malik?
-add Prime Minister
-and MP, Senator?

Almost all, to me are
-animals' droppings or manure
-of the cow, of the bulls and camels
-or of goats, and or pigs…
-whatever you name it…
-each of them is a wasp, fly, leech!

Among my roommates were
-the smartest students
-some well-read
-all against communism, Soviets
-and in search; reply was in Islam…

Imagine a camel in desert
-having walked many days,
-no water…now at well!

He spoke like Bulbul
-Nightingale!

He smelled like roses
-in pure light of dawn…
-even if he was wrong…

To him now
-after years of those laws
-True Sun was Islam,
-powerful, full of lights
-gathered, found in Koran.
-Saw God's book above gold.

I felt him; saw his why!

Felt being in class
-of physics…Newton's:
- "Actions and reactions! "

Baptiser insisted: "Opium God, "
-he found God as Allah…

Another young man was named Qahhar
-totally innocent, ignorant
-dipped in an Islam of traditional.
-He had a brother, Bakhtiar
- (shot by the police, guard!)

Studied the others…old and young
-all simple, like bushes in plain
-some of them motionless
-as is the loco-thorns, a semi-hemisphere!

Crime was what none had committed
- (according to the laws on paper)
-accused they were; not proven!

The dogs of corrupted president
- (betrayer to nation,
-to Moscow, a puppet!)
-demanded: "Go fetch them…"
-as was done by hunters in the past:
- (Greyhounds!)
- "Go fetch them…"

The police returned with head in hand
-after killed messenger…
- "Suspicious! "
- "Suspicions! "
- "Suspected! "
- "Against the president…"

The life of party of "Hizb-Al-Tahrir"
-shaped with injustice, law enforcements'.

Study bullet holes inside the Guantanamo,
-Abu Ghraib, and the rise of ISIS! ! !


Thank you SAVAK and SAVAMA!
Thank you, KGB, Thank you CIA!
Thank you, all dummies and agents!
Thank you, police and injustice!
Thank you, prison, prison, prison!

Thank you for taking my blinds,
-thank you for tearing the curtain,
-or cover to distance, causing fear!

To me walls and adobes, plaster
-all curved, thick, with cracks from age,
-mostly home for webs and spiders
-were fresh-kept-schools.
-Each brick was poem…
-and ceiling a textbook!
-Plenty were titles of lessons.

Could hear each, every slogan
-all of them assorted into one:
- "Am ready to give life
-to obtain Freedom."

Could hear them shouting, and observed
-each tortured and silenced by water
-boarding and history diverted…

Felt being in garden of tulips
-all of them crimson and deep red
-floating on blood of fighters!

Felt walking in early spring
-on hillsides in Iran, watching
-the Shaghayeghs…
-All of them crimson and deep red
-floating on blood of fighters!

Felt being in Alborz, Siahkal
-among the youngsters who rebelled.
-All of them fallen in fresh red
-floating on blood; as fighters.


Felt reading the poem
-listening to the song:
- "The tulip has grown
-in blood of the young! "
- (in Iran!)
-All of them crimson and deep red
-floating on blood of fighters.

Felt the tongues being pulled
-from the backs of necks
- (not front and of mouths!)
-All of them crimson and deep red
-floating on blood of fighters.

Felt seeing a flint in spark
-then a gale and storm…
-changing to delete laws.
-All of them crimson and deep red
-floating on blood of fighters.

Now, sitting, after years
-thanks to those mean agents
- (blind to the knowledge and kindness)
-I can see their deep red, crimson
-floating on blood of fighters.

In the dusks, when birds chirp
-I stop, look around at trees
-and recall Qahhar's brother Bakhtiar
-and guests of KGB…
-Their food was brought in
-by friends, family.
-They were kind, always are;
-they begged me: "You must eat.)
-All of them crimson and deep red
-floating on blood of fighters.

It is hard my friend!
Fire is the knowledge!
Is hard to be forced into blinds!
Is hard to keep the sighs and mouth shut!