From Patria To Syria Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

From Patria To Syria



From patria to Syria

Do not know
-when, why, how
-started my mustache;
-but for long have had it
-and formed it, short and long.

"It's filthy…" said mother:
- "…according to Islam…"

Neither did accept nor rejected
-but it sounds logical
-if unwashed and affects
-the food that can be touched.

Anyhow…

My mustache has been, is
-a sign and a signal:
- "He is a …"
-for others to decide
-when wearing judge-cloak.

Once was a symbol for "is Dervish"
Once: "He is communist."
Once: "His nose is very big…"
Once: "Is from Middle East…"

I hear
-mainly laugh
-at people and how fast
-they think and sit to judge.

None is right
-except for one
-for short time…

Was tired of being
-salve to uniform
- "Wear, abide, be like that…"
-mustache too, had limits
-I rebelled by becoming a dervish.

When we were the tinder
-and Tehran on fire
-to see shah out for change
-I, too, was everywhere
-flood was rich of waves
-without a direction
-but experts could see deep
-followers of mullahs increased
-suspicion, misjudgment
-and abuse
-and early "ism", "ism", "ism"
-was waiting for "not-us"
-I was of the latter, none of them
-and became targeted
- "He is a communist, "
- (which was not…)

Tendencies and knowledge
-a part approval of form, shape
-is not and shall not be
-taken as full-fledge
-but mullahs
-oh mullahs
-and their men
-with their heads in the "Akhor", "Toobreh"
-living in "Stables, Tavileh"
- (Where surely do deserve…"
-soon turned to mobs, looters
-they became hooligans with knives
-and with chains and with sticks
-slogans and attacks
-to shatter the windows
-not for good
- (just to loot)

My mustache, my friend
-you too must, be patient.

Let us bear and observe
-here, there, everywhere
-what goes on, what happens
-logical, and or not…

Oxford is, as is said
- "Best of the dictionaries"
-one section, if not more
-has the word(s)of the day.
-Recently, clear
-has been using words of
-Latin-based
-Spanish or French
-among them "Patria"
-one's native country or homeland.

English, this vulture
-abuses beak's power
-it dips in all corpses
-cuts, takes in and claims:
- "English is owner
-of largest…
-vocabulary and the words."

I think of Pizzaro
-in Lima of Peru

He was rich…
-very rich
-with whose wealth?
-what about the flood?
- (of blood)
-what about children?
-raped daughters?
-and mothers?

Then find me in Halab,
-(Aleppo)
-Damascus…
-same flood of blood
-this time by
-Ottomans' descendants;
-invaders and looters
-betrayers of the Kurds
-and the rest…
-the locals, long before the word "Turk"
-why must the owners pay?
-why should the Assyrians
- (Core of name, Syria)
-be forced to be homeless?

Why must the Indigenous
-be pushed into the corner
-to fall beg for shelter?

Why people of Yemen
-are target for Donald?

Why do we not question?
-the base for "Saudi"?

This filthy word comes of
-Al Saud
-the tribe that sold the pride
-of people to London
-with the help of Lawrence.
-Then danced and shed blood
-as they did with Trump.

Now planes of them, joined,
-the team that danced with swords,
-shed blood in Yemen…

It happens thanks to the crude's wells
-in the bare-naked land, heading for USA
-the people whose camels use Botox
-to become the pagans on tracks
-and kiss, hug with nose first
-and are called by Arabs:
- "The ever Dirtiest,
-on Clean, Holly-Land."

My mustache, my friend
-Syrians, Yemenis have to choose
-to die in sickness, misery
-or become the haters
-of the world, terrorists
-and ready
-to kill or to be killed
- (This is what ignored is!)

Saturday, February 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: experience
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