Bottoms Up Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bottoms up

On two sides of visor
I see two young women
Both black in skin
And in look, work, great.

Both near the White House
One attacks government's
Meanness and injustice,
Another, a police officer,
Defending president.

Prior is free, risks her life
Latter has her mouth shut.

Sister may shoot sister
Brother, brother…
For setting some bread
On dinner, lunch table.

Breaks heart, fall my jaw
What to say? Who am I?

Stay back, have no guts
To walk and go forward
What to say? Who am I?

I recall days gone by
My pigeons,
When faced Shah…

My eyes in the sky
Sent pigeons: "Fly high,
Befriend the lost ones,
Bring them here, I
Will do rest, play foul,
Show water in the bowl,
To fool them after flight! "

My black, poor pigeon
Acted as my devil
For sake of food, shelter.

Never had the time to
See my lies and truth!

Now, after many years
Feel looking in mirror
Near the Abe, Lincoln.

In mirror, large picture
Of a selfish, bad mouthed,
Yellow-haired president.

He uses these pigeons
As I used my pigeon:
"Go, kill your brother! "

Shouts free and masked girl
To the girl wearing the
Riot gear and visor:
"Be ashamed of yourself,
George was your brother."

Her words mixed with:
"Did not die…was murdered! "

Silent is soldier.
Silent is soldier.
Silent is soldier.

Stay back, have no guts
To walk and go forward
What to say? Who am I?

Feel being a horse and
The rider at same time
Am scared, I must run.

Shout my will in open:
"Please keep him away
From the ‘Red Button, '
Since he is crazy…"

He may push to change course!