Censor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Censor

They tell me: "Do not do, "
My question: "Who are you? "

I know their sweet lie,
To ignore what is right.

If they know and I know
Lone way out is "Do well."

Your first has, always is:
"Show carrot for treat, "
I tell you: "Forget since
We kneel not to bullies."

I told them short, clean:
"Better you take off, leave."

If the push turns to shove
I tell them: "Go, get lost! "

Beyond that do not care
If they come with bullet,
Poison, noose, dagger.

I have my path chosen,
Walk on it to my death:
"Freedom and righteous
For mankind, all peoples,
Regardless of genders,
And colour or the race."

Wilfully I crossed
Every imposed border
Except for life to death.

Therefore you, oppressor
I demand, you hear:
"My chest is ready for
A warm and bright love
As is for bullet, shout,
Of death do not fear! "