Do Not Die Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Do not die

He, Hussein, gave lecture: “keep fighting; don’t stop.”
“But…but…but…” I start, he bars me from talk.

What a world, even he, my friend
He wants me in his way.

After books and trips and the walks
Breaking the borders, many walls
Sitting with, all the sorts, many kinds
On throne, in palace, and jail-hells
I have learned love and hate.

In the depth they are same
Not for eyes when closed, when blind
Not for fool and greed and the wants.

“My friend…I’m tired…” I start when is gone
Raise my head to clouds: tired, dumb
“I’m tired, pollution everywhere; ugly dogs
With four eyes; two are false to show off.
Tired of too highs, lows, extremes, extras…”

He knows me, my nature, with the herbs' flavours
Soft hearted; Blacks, Whites, Reds, Yellows
To me are meaningless; rich and poor are hollow.
To me the, sheep and wolf, elephant, are some dots
All of them must have rights, no one rules, no one bows
And he knows…yes he does.

“Keep the fight, do not die, ” he tells me, I want death.

Being here is a shame.
He insist on living in swamp.
Why Hussein is blind?
Fight for what? For this life?

Be friend, come and help
Get drink or drugs, lead the way to the top
Let me fall to my death with pride;
“Suicide”.