From Russia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

From Russia

"You may tie my hands, legs
Seal my mouth and fasten
Ways to see, eat, drink
But always, I will think…"

Said my Mom and was right.

Reading the article
On hacking by Russia
And the conspiracy
Makes me laugh in dreams.

Being born in Iran
Knowing my background
And Russo-Persia
And power of Moscow
I feel leash's ripples
Taking me into wild…

Exhausted, feel tired
Of the lies and bluffs,
Foolishness jailed in ties.

For how long populists
And dirty politics
Can give us the venom, poison
Of the arms, guns, fighters
To feed us with dread,
Why help them in success?

For how long?
For how long?
For how long?

Why do we hear them or listen?
Why and Why? Why and Why?
Why and Why? For how long?

Are they not the liars and the cheaters?
Do they not steal as the robbers?
Why do we sheepishly follow them?

When I ran from bus toward Mall
To climb and end in mezzanine,
I faced the two young girls
Whom went to for their help,
I knew Soviets and Russians
From books and never had see one…

"Who are you? Where from? "
Girls asked me, I replied:
"A Persian, of Iran…"

We seemed like deaf and dumb!

I named the places around us
Middle East's ancient sites,
Many lakes, Persian Gulf
To Turkey and Iraq
Even to India, Pakistan
And the rest in block.

And girls were solid rocks.

"I am the south neighbour
To Russia…"

I said and sun dropped
Like a ball.
Everywhere was smile!

They thought that knew me
Encouraged, not booed me,
To them I, was hero…

Could I be? On what base?
Just being a neighbour?

Well, that was their mistake,
Thanks to their government
To leash and brainwashed…

Hate the hate spread
Let's stop, go reverse…

Let us love, love and love
Let the love take our minds:
"Beauty is being
Different and varied."

Russia and Russians are
The same as Yankees of America.

The ugly politicians, politics
Are bastards; projecting nothing
But the wrong and disgust,
Opportunists want blood...

Ignore the White House and
Kremlin to London
To Paris and their kids
Around world, earth, globe.

Judy and her friend
That loved me for escape
From the Soviets…

I lived with many ex-Soviets,
Found them the loveliest,
Open eyes of brain,
Ignore the politicians!

You are wrong my dears!
You are wrong my dears!
You are wrong my dears!

The bastards are liars
In dealing and commerce
Of blood and conscious
To grip, gain power…

If makers, graduates
Or slaves, students
To leaders, followers
They erect references
That never existed
Except in their trend!