Do You Think Like I Do? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Life was tough in those days
(Not daily and for bread)
But fire was in heart and in mind.
Yankee was out master, we slaves.
We searched for the way out
We discussed:
“We know that it is hard.
Outside help we don’t want.”
With such thought we stopped:
“USA is master; will not help
Whom from? Not Moscow!
They will come with candy
Soaked and dipped in narcotics
They’ll ride use us like a horse.”

We needed step- wrung
Not leader, conductor
Or a rope to join us
It must connect underground to surface.

He shouted as we did:
“Till when you will accept
This insult ‘Less than dog of the U.S.’? ”

We came out
“Let’s unite”
We were blind
We had seen just one side
We were wrong
Muddy was this caravan; it was flood
It destroyed.

Now I hear: “He too, lives in exile.”

Where are you my comrade?
Do you think like I do?
We dug well for water; at its depth we’re stuck.