I Declare Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I declare

My dear children,
Relatives and friends,
Am ready, prepared
To go to prison…

Want to go to jail where
Felt, spoke the apple
Of Lenin's brother:
"He, too, was kept here…"

In one room was a girl,
A fighter lioness…

Knew that guards were dumb
Therefore, asked for a knife
To clean, peel fruit…

They gave her a dull one!

She took it, thinking that
Death is far better than
Living when those around
Are windbags, full of lies!

Pushed dagger in her heart,
Secretly, and blood
Smeared the floor…

Today I, saved you of
A work that could take time
From you, when I die.

Let us see face to face:
"Wouldn't you soon after…? "

I removed my poems,
Scratched, corrected,
Possibly, rewritten,
Preserved in files,
Headed for downstairs
And threw them away…