Golan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Golan

In Mashhad, by Reza
Lies Caliph who has died
Long ago and too far
From his capital.

Harun al Rashid was
One of those that we must
Study as great and man of
Science and school
And…

Many of stories
In the "Nights, " "Arabic"
Were transformed, written
In time of this Caliph.

His base was Damascus
But his death took place
In where was Paradise
(Neyshabur…which is town
Of Attar…)

Religious politics
That has been mean, dirty
Like ruling siblings
The Tsars and the kings
Covered him from eyes.

Hey Harun
Do live in form of spirit?
Come to me, let's speak
Of crimes that go on
In land of Syria
From North to Golan
All the way to borders
And we walk to Tehran
Till we reach the Afghans.

I lean on your shoulder
You on mine and we talk
Of the past until now and cry.