Facing The Wall Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Facing the wall

Handled tours as owner,
Took many to desert,
Saw after each as guest.

Mostly came of Europe
In varied shapes, genders
And colours of eyes, hairs.

On a side kept Lawrence,
Never said what I felt
Of him and MI5.

He drew the borders
For many governments.

Guests enjoyed golden dunes
And beer, and stake
That we made with T-bone.

To me, tour meant deeper,
My life was influenced
By that man's travel.

Taking some sand in palm
I stared, then we talked.

In every single dune
I saw a sun, or moon
And many lives ended
In hurry, with patience…

Sadness and ecstasy
Came to me silently.

In them I saw soldiers
Having walked in this way
To go with shah and fight
Or bring peace and calm
Or dig wells for water
To grow the palms, dates.

I could not talk of this
With blond, white tourists
That mainly took pictures
From sun being butchered.

If could not talk with them
Sure, cannot tell others
Of handcuffs and bricks
When had to face a wall
In blind, tightly tied
Until came one of guards
And put me in the truck…

They drove and drove
I acted mesmerised
But inside, laughed, smiled.

I had had taken course
In jungles and deserts
To learn the survival…

Then when an officer
To advance flying
Learned about vertigo.

Now, the fool drivers,
Or gang of dumb, dumbest
Zigzagged when they drove
And refreshed our lessons.

Yes, I faced too many
Of the in, out trips
Of jails and detentions
In hangers to basements.

They wanted confession
To sins, not committed!

With Lucy, visited
The old church-museum
Build in name of Jesus
To torture thanks to Popes
As do most governments, CIA!