Recorder Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Recorder



Recorder

Hey friends! (maybe not!)
-People of America
- (those who know and do not)
-you must read; read this loud,
- (not once but many times! ! !)
-it sheds light for you to realise
-why I write what I write
-all against CIA, Pentagon
-and White House at the head!

Some of you were involved
-in the search for plane
-in forests of Gorgan,
-near the Caspian, by Ramsar.

R-F-Four was plane
-pilot was my friend.

He and I flew the
-secret flights on borders
-he, at North; I in West.

He crashed, and you searched
-not for him, nor his aide;
- (the crew who risked life
-worth nothing but peanut!)
-to you the treasure (Blu-Box)
-that spied, recorded, using us,
-mattered most…

You never are friend!
You are the vampire!
You want us as slaves!
You want all to accept
(USA is master, rest slave!)

In me this boils the: "hate! "
-and I shout: "F…yourself! "

So, devil government of U.S.
-I am proud if seen as enemy!

Sunday, September 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: political
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