The Bullies Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The bullies

For many, many years,
I went around, traveled,
Saw and checked places!

Read books, went visited,
Walked to find engraved,
Met bullies, encountered,
Abandoned were churches.

Entered the forts, castles,
And tens of the palaces,
They took me to a poem:
‘Mada'in, ' was a mirror.'

Lived a year in La Paz,
Place of peace, and calm,
Is not and hardly was!

There, a man, the Tupak,
Rebelled to seek his rights,
Stood firm, declared war!

He lost, was arrested,
And tied to four horses!

Each rider on the horse,
Rode to some direction,
To the North, to the South,
Others to East and West!

Imagine what happened,
For Tupak, shed tears…

Murderers, the riders,
Were soldiers of Spain,
Spain lost to the States!

These days the USA,
Has become old Spain,
She bullies and dictates,
Soon arrives our savior!