Burned Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Burned

His name if translate
can be "lamp" or the "light".

"The worst ones are no-ones, "
he told me; an ex-Khan; ex-Arbab.

He had house, a palace
many of slave-likes
worked for them
born as such.

"We shouted and told you…"
he swore at them all…
"…of the vase you can get what contains…"
like thunder shouted-sighed.

In a way he told me:
"Hell with the socialists, "
"Down with you, humanist…"
direct not, he told me:
"Race, class must exist."