Myopic Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Myopic

For long I, spent time
-looking for USA.

She came in many shades, silhouette
-of the dawn right before a sun-rise
-and then dusk, almost night.

I was child, in school
-growing in plains and the woods
-around and over me, mountains, Moon.

Had to run catch train
-of city-life's-duel!

Best friends became books
-Books…Books…Books…
-Many books that I read
-were abridged and shortened.

Books were food and stars
-I ate them, we had talks…

I read each page by page
-till sleep; read, read, read.
-They became my pillows
-and turned to my mattress.

That was all after work
- (pharmacy's, ten P.M.)
- (My of post school!)

Books never complained
-if saw them early, late
-and always were gifted
-with worthy, valuables.

My questions, too many
-plenty, plenty, plenty…

Soviets were devil
-they followed Stalin…

USA, in Iran
-was known by Kennedy…

The best sign of US
-was the gift of French
-Liberty, liberty, liberty.

Then, Thomas Jefferson
-not so, George Washington.
-Found the first as brain
-a fighter was latter.

The rise of USA
-was the myth of phenix
-no egg but the ashes; British.

The people, the nation
-embargoed empire
-and relied on themselves
-not army, nor forces…

"We will live basic life
-and grow our crops
-we wear the most basic
-of cotton, and remade;
-but ignore your fashions
-and proud we remain;
-in love with freedom."

Royalist, loyalists
-hid their tails between legs
-chose the roads, ran away
-ended in Canada (of today!)

USA was heaven
-till the war in Europe
-and siding with London.

Then US became the,
-first atom-bomb maker…
-Hiroshima and elsewhere
-genocides and murders.

That nation is now the
-follower of fashions
-that had been abandoned
-by those who had faith in
- "Liberty, Freedom."