Bellicose Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bellicose

After years, a long time;
-we spoke, he and I.

Then he was a sergeant,
-I was an officer,
-both involved in sports
-and line of logistic
-of Air Force.

I had killed the ranking
-between us;
-no talk of bars, stars.

Sports meant
-be good and Human.

And result was great
-everything was super.

We had a commander
-one star general.

He and I shared first name
-but nothing, nothing else!

In him was Bellicose.

In the morning prays
-he carried the scissors
-to cut the uniforms,
-which were not well-ironed.

Oh, he was…difficult.

Though not such good pilot
-great were his mask-face;
-kicked butt of lower ranks,
-kissed ass of those above
-bent and bowed…
-and polished their apples
-to climb…

History is full of generals
-governors, police and officers
- (who, like him bark as dogs!)

Came the time that people
-revolted, resisted
-and opposed the puppets
-of White House, Washington
-and the world, which is led
-by Devil-led-Devils…

In such times stampede
-is a sword, drops, kills
-innocent and guilty…

"Run! "
"Run! "
"Run! "

"Run! "
"Run! "
"Run! "

Had become slogan.

And among escapees
-were many generals
-one of them Nasrallah.

The Sergeant, my friend
-put the boss in trunk
-and drove to border;
-handed him to people
-who worked as smugglers.

In such world of nonsense
-that sky and the Earth
-streets and gardens
-none can be relied on,
-nothing is stable,
-why not be human?
-why blow Trumpet?