Shah And I Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shah and I

Looked and read of Trump,
His tour of Kenosha.

It took me to time when
Was kid, liked watching
The movies in machine,
Mutoscope for the films!

Them saw my teens ending,
I, wearing uniforms of army,
Kept waiting for marching,
To M1 was married…

Soon our Shah would grant
The first-year shoulder-pad.

To cadets, authorise:
"Soon will be officers…"

Regardless of feelings
About him, his regime,
Presence in that show
Was somehow a support,
For Shah of Pahlavi! ! !

Managing Generals
Kept moving in front.

To me a pack of wolves
Had singled lamb or bore
With fright of claws:
"It can be the best catch,
Shed blood, paint grass! "

Were readied for lying
And leader did love it.

Coming down with rappel
I heard that shah questioned
And Hojjat Kashani lied so him,
He made up stories; bothered me.

I never forget how
Foolishly, Shah smiled!

Shah never spent time
To learn the facts about
His people, and Iran…

He enjoyed his darkroom
And dreams, ideas…

And at end, Shah got lost
In trail of his thoughts.

He lived in such bubbles
That mullahs could break!

Feel sad for lazy fools
That avoid the truths!

Their lives are, as is mine,
Up is down, down is up
Stinking like swamp…

Surface shows the lotus
On which sing the frogs.

Shah's friends, generals,
Were the worms of swamp!

Worms, to the onlookers
Can bring good lessons.

Their black shiny head
With round bodies, beige,
Can be and surely are
Worthwhile and good to watch:
"What is worth of worm's life? "

I see them wagging tails
When leaving the surface
To go back into depths,
And that adds to questions!