An Excuse Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

An excuse

Pushed by wind to too far
Dandelion, I feel like.

I love land where I was
Born too weak in blood.

Shed tears for those who
Get zero-valued-life;
They have been, and will be
Ignored and wounded, and
Abandoned, left to die…

This is why my people
Resemble Nile, Tigris,
Amazonas in length and
Muddied-blood, as Oxus!

They carry the tears
That never have an end,
Livelihood means desert…

Our flag is Hussein's
Excuse, any name
To cry for and weep;
Siavash, John-Baptist!

Both God and nature know
Therefore set scene and show
‘Antigone', ‘waiting for Godot'!

In this way they give us
Excuse and the cause…

Read and check the news
Most recent: ‘collapse of Plasco'
In Tehran…
Holidays that we have
Mostly are to pray and to mourn!

Check papers and on line
Articles, music, and the songs!