Teachers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Teachers

People who immigrate
Have echoes in brain:
"Depart Hell for Heaven, "
And I am one of them,
It is wrong, and mistake!

Franchise is the Hell,
Branched in governments.

Corrupt are the leaders!
Corrupt are the leaders!
Corrupt are the leaders!

Let them say:
"This man is anarchist."

I stand tall, proud:
"Yes, I am anarchist! "

If it means having guts,
Focusing on the faults,
In tunnel setting lights
To help the others talk!

Give my life and blood
To shed light on wrong of
Tehran to Washington!

I divorced the richness
To own more strength.

Wealth cause cowardice.

For moment imagine
Millionaires in shanty
No valet, no money.

Now picture documentary
Of the worms crawling,
Both sad and comedy,
Will pale be, hungry.

Corruption divided
Some of my classmates
That now, are the teachers.

One teaches starters,
High school for other,
And last is professor.

When we were in class
The lowest of teachers
Was best of the students.

She was poor and rode bus,
Had to work to pay costs
And rented all her textbooks.

Having no connections
She remained at bottom.

Second was on drug
Had black Ford Mustang
And always in parties
With the girls for dancing!

His walking was like cane
Proud and confident
B or C in grades, average.

His mother was teacher,
On path to connections.

Professor can be book
Of a childhood scooped
And being fished by hook.

With change of protocols:
"Past was bad and ugly,
Rewrite the history, "
Small fish was released
Into the oceans, seas,
With applaud encouraged:
"Must swim, become king."