Dialect Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dialect

Have lot of chains and locks
Have lost keys of the times;
So, questions come around:
"What? ", "When? ", "Why? "

Up there in far skies
With unseen to my eyes
Explore for hidden
Far beyond horizons…

Look at what has been called:
"The works of God, Allah."

Then look at pomegranate
And in womb of mothers
And observe miracles…

Take a walk, in garden
Talk with buds, flowers;
Many shapes and colors,
With varied perfumes
And endless fragrance.

Then sit in a class
Listen to professor
He speaks as does a
Labor of maintenance.

Focused and specialized
With a pen or with wrench…

Feel being a pigeon
That has lost wings' feather
And thrown in the cage;
I am forced to adopt
To new surroundings
With wife and children.

Cruel is my master
As were the traders of slaves
Just because they had guns…

Hate fourteenth century
As well as the eighteenth
First brought the gun and
The latter, fast engines…

Together, these devils
Changed the face of the Earth.

Old, ancient, ways, cultures
Were ignored as nonsense
By the sick, hungry;
(Physically, mentally)
He claimed shamelessly:
"Discovered and found it! "

Study such people
By throwing rat in
A big lake that has waves.

Then, take out, let it talk
And listen carefully…

Helpless rat, unaware
Will speak of the wave
With fear and dread
As if world ended there.

Now, return to textbooks
Science to histories…
For teaching, training...

Academics, politics
Presidents and police,
Whatever, all of them
Are worthless, ignorant!

Their visions are sold as
Were brains of caved men
That tells us the wise man;
He, witnessed Socrates
Speak in dialect…
"Best comment is question."