Butchered Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Butchered

Filled I am with the pain
-of the years, many years
-of my life, search, research.

I take oath and confess:
- "Ignorance is bliss! "

Painful is history
-climbing up the hills
-to track for finding:
- "What happened? "
- "What went on? "

The mountains of Shiraz
-are silent; some think of!

They are not…have a lot
-in silence of their mouths!

Each single, every rock
-is sealed and forced to shut.

On crest of some heights
-trenches are made of
-the stones collected…

Caves are found nearby
-man's, nature's, side by side.

Masters were the fighters
-in digging water wells
-deep into solid rocks…

Miraculous, the canals
-to lead out falling rain.

Encouraged were gunmen
-to raise arms and fight shah.
-Evil's hand paid for arms
- (as is seen today, now)
-active to kill Iran!

Shah's men were not his
-they were the nationalists
-whose blood, families
-were price just to keep
-the pride, dignity, unity…

Shah, leaders, all the time
-have sailed and will sail on
-the rivers of blood…
- (of unknown heroes and
-the ones, soon forgotten!)

Bagh-e-Takht of Shiraz,
- (once seen as "Payegah")
-if seen deep, is shrine.

There, grave, says a lot
-of "Ranger officer" …
- (who was killed and butchered
-by the men in mountains…)

Let my eyes shed tears
-let tears make rivers
-let rivers fill the seas
-with the salt inside me.

Let oceans have sunset
-and shine red to reflect
- (as if silk and velvet)
-the dust of my blood
- (boiling and burning hot.)

I have seen and know of
-the evil that has called
-innocents and good ones:
- "The axis of evil"

I have seen the Satan
-sending arms and army
-to support and pay the
-brother, to raise sword:
- "Cut head of brother! "