On My Behalf Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On my behalf

What can I say to those who can’t see?
How can I cry on a shoulder, non-exist?
Who will be there to see I need to lean?

I could see him blindfolded, taken there
I could repeat the questions, on list then

Blindfolded Brother in Evin, interrogated
Had to reply question; so deeply unaware

Should have told them go to hell, if rebel
You must have made him, I told a brother

Governments are shame, all, or regardless