Knives Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Knives

Imagine lying down
-staring at ceiling, not sky,
-closely, looking up
-not at Moon nor at Sun
-Seeing light coming of three knives
- (blinding the eyes and shutting mouth!)

This is now and Iran
-a dagger in my heart.

Iran is one of teams in Russia
-playing in FIFA
-dressed in red and white.

Let us thank each and every single one
- (trainers, players to coach and captain)
-whose efforts have and will occupy
-respectful place in nation's hearts…

We shout and encourage, dance and sing
-whenever they aim for goal to win.

Sadly-though, our ways are different…
-A flag shows lion and the sun
-one waves to show "Allah"
-and the last in between
-both signs gone
-refraining to take side…

Damn to Shah and mullahs!

These devils are the cause!

We are one.
We are one.
We are one.

The hell to dividers
-the hell with governments
- (internal, external)
-that try to rule us by "Divide."