Sheath Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sheath

Compressed is the thoughts
-head, balloon with Helium

I swing like the one
-that sister swung on
-tied to bough of tree
-the old, big, mulberry's

In times fight racism
-go against all isms

In times feel nationalist
-need a name to call me

Hardly use religion
-though I must, is truth

With dad's dad, ancestors
-having had prophet
-Zoroaster

Teaching his followers
-to think, mean, and do good
-proudly I confirm
-this is how life should be

But time of Sassanids
-proved that faith's leaders
-the Magi, was corrupt
-the word and the action had differed
-Magi was nothing but abuser

Such doing turned people to rebel
-some went to Mohammad
-the Arab-Prophet, who later…

Strange could have been Uniting
-with Arabs who were seen
- "Living life of Nomads
-in deserts with camels
-and eating the locust and lizards…"

Such view is seen well in poems
-is detailed when comes to complain:

"Ouch, ouch, and spits
-on face of this life, bitch
-when eaters of lizard, camel's milk
-aim to have the crown of purest, Greats…"

Another:

"While Arab in desert eats locust
-cold water has dog of Esfahan…"

With these all in my head
-I feel like walking under balloon
-which is filled with Helium
-banging walls on the sides

-I try to do best; must remain neutral
-heart and mind demand love for mankind
-colourless, genderless, no class

So, ear each advice
-when is wise.

I recall reading once
-the words of Abuzar
- (An ally of the late prophet,
-Mohammad…) :
- "Hungry you are and your swords rest?
-in their sheaths? ? ? "

This is what I can find in words of
-Late Karl Marx, also Che Guevara's

Open eye to Yemen of today; tell Riyadh
-to hear that warning and advice
-on what is being done…closing the borders
-killing the poor nation with hunger…

It is time for the swords to come out
-using gun, any tool, even bomb-suicide