My Peugeot 504 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My Peugeot 504

I read of the "Boyden"
-Canada's good writer
-we met and he has signed
- "Orenda" to my name
-the words and paragraphs
-take me to, the times passed

For years I, like many
-shouted out, burned inside
- "Enough of corruptions"
- "Enough of dictators"
- "Enough of betrayals"

Risked our lives
-we went on

When near and for sure
-was revolt in our rules
-Shah left and the changes
-were coming, no reverse

Mass stood as if was
-flight of the locust

I drove my Peugeot,
-in it was woman, sick
-in pain and urgent need
-I became ambulance

When we reached the line of
-men marching; slogans…

Some of them approached us
-went to sides of my car
-tilted and meant to lift,
-and have it turned over
- "You devil…filthy rich…"

Annoyed and worried and angry
-I wondered and tried to speak:
- "Are you ones that I am defending? "