Aziz Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aziz

Close eyes, picture night
And paint the Halloween!

Dreadful dark clouds,
Fearful ghosts in fogs.

Carefully, I drive,
Head for Hope after job.

The Creek is Hunter
And men are pipe layers.

Scary are shadows,
Imam Hussein has halo.

Stories, right or wrong,
Speak of him, his fight,
Enemy, and water cut!

I recall my seeing
The channels of Huaris.

Came other dynasty,
Like Incas, some enemy,
And used the same tactic.

Then I read some poem
By Pinsky, the Robert:
"History has found Jews, "
Those who had joined Hitler,
Some very high ranking.

Sit tight and travel
Till I am in Turkey,
Face Aziz or Nesin.

He talks of a lamb-wolf
And shoes and hey-seller.

Find no light in tunnel,
We use sword and dagger!