History's Judgment Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

History's judgment

I tried to be stile, for long time
I walked the track miles and miles.

You told world: "History will judge us."
I judged you long ago; reminded times and times.

Abraham, the great, as you say, and I like
‘Murderer' he is to, remaining Indians.

Your mirror my dear is sitting on the wall
Wall covers; has hidden ugly side.

You may know, maybe not, some have seen
Clever or smart, hardworking, is bridge.

Abu Gharib was just one; you surface very late
I have seen examples, in Evin and elsewhere.