Dead End Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dead end

Had a call from the,
Overseas, long distance:
"Am alive, thanks heavens."

He had asked my address,
Was worried about them.

While thinking, came question:
"Have escaped? Are on way? "

The news, media
Have added flavor,
To the burning stake!

Said to me, my friend:
"Our den forbids jackals,
From the Soviets, USA,
To harm us, cause damage,
Then keep tails between legs! "

For about an hour,
We spoke and chatted,
Of Russia, Britain,
Growth of USA,
And egos, invasions,
And walking on others,
When alive, sick, or dead…

Liked part of his comment:
"Our land is in mountains,
Behind the heights, gorges,
People are different…"

His message was simple:
"Britain burned our nests,
And pushed us in a cage,
We are wolves, and lions,
And pigeons and vultures,
All the talks are dead-end,
Pave no road, passages,
How can we be a nation? "