Cylinder Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cylinder

Since is hard for thinker
To choose side, be idle.

I follow Cyrus's
Words on the cylinder.

I dive and sink in pain
With body and brain.

Keep thinking and listen
Every night and each day.

This, to me is like meals
Breakfast, lunch, dinner.

As cadet to become officer
I listened to one of classmates.

Based on him wrote play,
Had main role, directed,
"Tragedy" was its name!

Looking back to the past
See "Tragedy" is myself.

Went to where did not fit
Therefore, met a "Misfit"
Like O'Connor's story's!

Finally, when got out
Guessed problem is "I! "

To become who I am
Had to leave "I" behind
And become me as am
"A ‘No-one' to talk of! "

In last night's convention
On, about the US and ISIS,
And Iraq, Damascus,
Not a word was correct!

We can find the truth
As sun shines, only if
We learn more of Shiites'
Thoughts, beliefs, devotions,
Lebanese, Iranians, and Afghans
To uproot the ISIS as devil!

The Shiite extremes
Went in heart of ISIS.

This takes me to Dubai,
Secret church with friends.

Jennie White, a US citizen,
Possibly said the best:
"The American citizens
Have domesticated brains…"

I look at conventions
Of parties in US
And observe the riots,
Murders in Kenosha…

And hear that Trump
Fishes in such chaos,
Though oppose extremes
And sure, am out of these,
I cannot sit idle
And become dumb or deaf!

Crazy and poet
Flap wings of poem
Till I land in Europe.

Hitler comes to meet me:
"Wrongly am accused,
I never killed any…"

Juxtapose him, Trump
And see that he is right
Both men spark fires,
Sit on side, enjoy warmth.