They Linger Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

They linger

Lucky are the camels, chameleons
And the bats and frogs …
I wish I…could be them
My eyelids would close in the dust
To be safe, changed colour…

Poor am I in the time of crime
Soon recall torturers
Of SAVAK, and MOSAD, CIA and the kind
They linger; KGB and so on.

As senseless as were the agents of USA
In Bagram, Abu Ghraib
And elsewhere.
Stood there, sprayed poison
Wet brown my prey.

The victims all naked, bent over,
The Yankees observed them, in ass-holes.

Torturers saw porno, were aroused
Screwed and became pregnant to bastard.

Standing at prey
Thoughts fly to the day that bastard
Will become the leader in White House
Meaning: “ruling all, everyone.”

There will be Fiestas
VIPs will be Bush and the Cons
Descendants; if absent.

My victim is cockroach and lays eggs
CIA’s have made what, we now call: ‘the ISIS’.
Bravo, bravo to smart ideas; look back at your approach.