With John Milton Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

With John Milton

Complexed and saddened sit here!

What to write?
From where?

Some small specialized?
I cannot…
I am against funnel!

Seek for some glass urn
With little freedom,
And if not,
Give me venom, poison!

Better dead than slave,
Squeezed into tunnel!

What to write?
From where?

Read the books and news,
Articles that download.

In picture and painting,
See the Yankee beating,
The Black Runaway…

Ask myself:
'On what base? '

Laugh like the crazy:
'Just because of color? '
'Or having gun, power? '

What remains is puzzle,
Am framed toes to head!

Feel wanting a dagger,
To cut Whites to pieces,
Pull my rein and stop:
'No, no, to, must stop…'

Melt the words, die, and run…

Go further, Haiti, read about
Those in jail, they are caught
To face the punishment,
Murdered the President:
'We did not, are framed,
The killers are like birds…'

Fade the words, go, get lost…

Tom Bissel becomes guide:
Teaches me 'How to Write.'

I read on…sets the sun…

See paintings, murals,
On walls of City Hall,
Black foot's…

Comes to mind a Red White,
Relations, and Crime Punishment,
Lev Tolstoy, Feodor!

And read on
Cleaning Snow White,
Words amass, choke me dead!

With my eye follow words,
Mind receives all that come,
Of Iran and Afghans:
'Deported, ' in such time?

Tumor tights throat, it has lump,
From words, can use none!

See color, saffron,
Bad market, low price!

EU is slave of USA,
An ugly, mean friend,
And China takes harvest.

Pile words, make mountain,
Breaks them earthquake,
They go and scatter…

Watch parents, are angered,
Children have questions,
On nature, legal age.

Lost am with amazement,
They end with total waste,
In my keg, words shatter,
Stick to window frames!

Meet Bell Hooks,
She speaks about love,
Her skin, rights and wrong.

By tears burn my eyes,
Streams run wet my cheeks,
And words die, can't speak.

Powerless, weak, read on
How the need and the time
Made King of Rock n Roll.

Leave Nashville
Watch boxing
And he dies…

Sit alone and compare
The Kelly with Elvis,
The two men from Rings,
One Boxes, other sings,
One rejects the murder,
And the war, Vietnam's,
Dancer rides Greyhound!

Words attack like the waves
On surface, seas', oceans.

The fishes face a whale:
'Life is big struggle! '

A search in the Europe, U.S.
Shows their world is small,
Like ant's leaf, of Rumi.

No one asks right question,
Find leaders corrupted,
Make and sell armament,
To kill the world with fire,
Yes, sit and complain,
Blaming the illiterate
African, Asian, all others!

Comes autumn to my heart,
My words act as dead leaves
To cover mounts and the hills.

Follow the lines, papers,
Bin Laden to ISIS…

I know that must blame
Warmongers, CIA, Pentagon,
And Europe, colleague of USA!

My mouth is their target, also aim
For bullets, and machinegun muzzles.

Congress and Senate paid money,
I question: 'Who received? '

I, too, lost money to
BCC, local, International.

Have followed stories
Of dollars to agents,
Osama, Pakistan!

With the feet in shackles,
A noose around my neck,
See me like British slaves,
Row with two hands tied,
To get to Trump's walls,
That Biden supports it!