Isis Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

ISIS

Three of us, or four
Sat on wooden bench
Tied to wooden table
All boys; shaved head
We read as do the ass
Too ignorant to grasp
Great Khaqani's poems
Nothing crossed the wall
Late now, to go back
Listen Bush; and Saddam:

"See eyes, deep from heart
Sassanid's Palace near Ctesiphon;
Camp near Tigris for some moment
Make Tigris from your eye, torrent!
Tigris is shedding blood from lashes
A volcano of foam from camel's mouth
Angry males gurgling honor's saliva,
Pregnant is Tigris of fire not water
Is left with nothing, robbed by burglar
Give eye's tear to a king turned beggar
Stop its wavy lava, extinguish its fire
Broken Royal Palace in Ctesiphon
Now dungeon to mass, haven for Satan"