Invite Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Invite me

Hey Iris,
My Iris,
My dear,
Best Iris…

Here, I, feel tied to
-the readings and dreams;
-to those like Asperger!

Feel march of:
"Heil Hitler! "
"Heil Hitler! "
"Heil Hitler! "

Iris Chang
-I, too, am
-tired and too tired
-so, willingly waiting, !

Send invite
-am waiting…

In the shelves
On the racks
In the Psalm
In Bible…
In my palm…

All around…
All around…
All around…

Books, movies of today
Most of things discovered
(as the man's history,)
Whatever, everywhere, anywhere
Together make balloons;
-filled with lies!

Am waiting for invite
-coterie are you, I…

Hey Iris, my Iris
My dear, best Iris
Send invite, am waiting.

Look at the high flames
See embers at bottom.

Are the jars visible?
And brains as contents?

Those kids were murdered
-by doctor; Asperger.

In furnace is mirror…

Look at it, it reflects
Faces of audience…

Do you see them walking?
What about them talking?
Do you see glasses?

Fresh is the champagne,
They raise it to success,
They raise to achievements,
They raise to deaths, murders,
And kill the children…

Then, facts are shredded
By Hitler wearing mask
To hide the: "Heil Hitler! "

The Devil controls backstage
In the way did Hitler!

In mirror see parents
-and kidnapped children
- (by border control)

In mirror see blood
-on Yemen's children
-gunned down by US bombs.
Hey Iris, my Iris
My dear, best Iris
Send invite, am waiting.

Asperger lived good life
Has remained, is alive.

Indians were killed in children
Our bills show the Johnny MacDonald.

Iris Chang
-I, too, am
-tired of…

Send invite
-am waiting…

Many facts are kept in the hiding
To become the ember in furnace
As facts on sterilising women:
For lacking the angel beauty of blonde!

See lies laid in my palm?
See in shelves, on the racks?
See the Psalm and Bible?
What big lie is the Old Testament! ?

All around…
All around…
All around…

Want to die.
Want to die.
Want to die.

Feel ashamed
Surely am embarrassed
Of being part, member
In what man gets involved!

I rather be crab in the rocks
Prefer to glow, be a worm.

I cannot and do not
-want to feel proud of
-taking part in crime,
-to be cause of a harm;
-be cruel and hurtful
-and dang, like monster…

I divorce selfishness,
I divorce the ego,
I divorce such a life.

God
Oh God
Dear God
If you are
(that I doubt)
Please send control
Provide little guts
To divorce greed and
To tear up my wrist and
To burn my books in shelves
Destroy my movies, images…
(Say goodbye…)

God
Oh God
Dear God
If you are
(that I doubt)
Be aware…

I want to become a particle,
In the wind and breeze,
In the dust of desert,
In the fog and cloud.

I want to be one who
Never was, will not be!

I want to exist as
A pure "Not exists"
Never was, nor has been!