Rangers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rangers

On the couch, retired,
Look back, go many years,
The films are like mirrors,
Show my past, totally unaware.

Looking back at Rangers
I recall officer
In Iran, was captured
By foes and was butchered.

In Lackland, San Anton
Of Texas, USA,
Picture the Air Force Base
With plans and purpose.

There, I was a cadet,
To become officer.

Photos on plaster
Speak of adventures,
With friends, like rangers.

Had food but hardly ate,
Swam with tied hands, legs.

"Now no leg, do reverse, "
We said and then obeyed.

Boys and young, were full of energy,
Ploughed hills of ravens, and valleys.

In rivers we slid as if fish in current,
And climbed the cliffs of mountains,
Defined course to survive, survivals.

Uniform and fatigue talk simple:
"Kill the old behavior, then insert! "

"So, soldiers are robots, pets,
On the leash with orders,
Must follow, kills, murders! "

Visited Alamo,
In the Fort Lee's tango,
I met Ann, went to park,
On the horse, I galloped,
Found the girls generous,
But blind, misguided!

As cadet, during survival
Had heard of the Rangers.

Had been left in deserts,
And forests and jungles,
Had rationed food, water:
"Only those who return
Will become officers! "

Now, after many years,
Old, at home, retired,
See myself in mirror,
Am monkey, or parrot.

Never heard about Hays,
That senseless murderer!

Son of some general, settler,
Can be seen in John Wayne.

He, Jack, was full of hate
Of the Red, Indian, Savages.

By heading the Rangers
He joined the government!

Jack Hays had vultures' neck,
Quite long, red, and curved,
And ate corpse, First Nations'!

Sit and watch the Western,
Protagonist's character
Is played by John Wayne,
His jesters and motions
Praises the prior...