It Is Hard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

It is hard
Yet I've tried
"Keep your calm and shut up."
I tell me when hear "Pashmargah"

Firm bridge needs good base
With bad columns gets nowhere
Illiterate journalist sure rotten
Both yours and, my brain

We hear of Iraq
Duplicate of Taliban
DAESH or, what is called
This gang too can be pain
In the butt, in the neck

Do we know their members?
Will they rain on our grain?
Who made them, why were made?
Constant fights imported and imposed
Injustice
Who's with them, who fight them?
Kurdish-side is Pish-Margeh.
Don't call them Pashmargeh
Don't call the heaven hell.

The former fights with life
The latter woolly and junk
So get out and shut up
Illiterate journalist
Don't mislead; interpret.

This mistake is just one
Its root goes long, too long
To No.10 and white house

Taliban's sudden rise in repeat
Some were sad, some happy
Brutes killed Mujahedin
When settled wanted the world.