Arrests Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Arrests

Am kind of thankful to
-the arrests and handcuffs
-and to walls and the bars
-that shook me…

They made me think again!
They made me use brain!

They taught me that justice
-means reverse, injustice.

Thank you, enemies!
Thank you, the bullies!
Thank you, the leaders!
Thank you, ass kissers!

To me each single one
-of the wrong was lesson.

The glowing candles
-made a torch for my way
-to stand my firmest
-to fight the injustice!

Each arrest and handcuff,
Each shouting and insult,
Each claim, filled with lies,
Each signing of the judge,
Each guiding behind bars,
Each talk with criminals!

Each time I witnessed the
-innocents howl, sigh...

Each time I saw parents,
-children, in tears…

Each time I, saw cry
-of lonely partner…

I learned more; every time!

Now, hear and read of
-the Chinese arrested
-and the Chinese revenge
-detaining two young men…

I think of my time in
-the Tajik KGB…

Would I have ever known
-the men there, the beaten
-and deprived and tortured?

Would ever I see the
-wrong, as was, in its depth?

Would I know of fighters?
Would I know youngsters?
Would I know problems?

I would not, no, would not!

Thank you, enemies!
That you the bullies!
Thank you, the leaders!
Thank you, ass kissers!

Now, cross my fingers
-and hope that arrested
- (guilty or innocent)
-learn to see far deeper
-and become encouraged
-to step out of cage
-of safe zone; see others.

Feel arrest and handcuff,
Feel shouting and insult,
Feel claim, filled with lies,
Feel signing of the judge,
Feel guiding behind bars,
Feel talk with criminals!

And try to make change.