Historical Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Historical

For long days, my sense, mind
-have been, are bewitched by:
- "Must write and give a life
-to part of history…"

Plan is, can start:
- "Soon, I will open mouth,
-will flare and shed light
-on what is kept in dark.
-Will blow the ashes
-and revive the embers,
-which in fact are bones to,
-the base and foundation
-of the life of fire…"

As always, read poems;
-among them:
- "Practice want nothing;
- and I fail!
-Have been shown so, I learned
-how ugly I can be,
-when hide, invisible! "

To poem I noddle,
-and noddle, and noddle.
-After while take thick pen,
-and lament a valley:
- "I don't like my smile! "

Hate to see and recall…
-what hides in my smile
- "I don't like this smile! "

Deep in time I see me;
-am still a cadet,
-our lesson is chamber
-about air pressure…

We fly very high
-are told: "Write…"
-and we write…

On our heads are helmets,
-we wear masks,
-the air is from tanks,
-altitude five thousand…
-oxygen is pulled, gone, lose it all…

And we write…
And we write…
And we write…

For safe time we had been
-airless and unconscious…

Funny are handwritings
-when brought back to life…

Some had felt a tickle
-in their knees with bubbles;
-and then gone unconscious…
-and others…

Funny were the writings
-unconscious, airlessly.

Still, now, with decades
-memories at recess…
- "I don't like my smile! "
-when think of Loyola
-her husband and her son!

Who writes of first fire?
Who writes of rebels' lives?
Who writes of wheel and knife?

I laugh like crazy, or smile
- "I don't like my smile! "

See few connected to power
-making up stories and naming:
- "History…"
-when polite, I smile;
- "I don't like my smile! "

Among words on pages
-find the things forgotten
-and ignored; indented…

Stop in India,
Visit all of Africa,
And leap with the Mayas.

See Tupac of Incas
-till, after Pizzaro.

See Che, El Guevara
-and Hassan, Al Sabbah
-to "Son of The Saghgha! "

Observe the revolts in
-my homeland of Iran
- (too many locations
-and varied are causes)
-finally arrives the
-nineteen and seventy-nine.

History is a mess
-and always in excess
-by sides of oppressions,
-oppressor and oppressed.

No one independent
-puts the dots together.

Some are paid to do so
-and some are born slaves
-to one side; right or wrong!

Nobody sees the depths
-of the lives destroyed.

Loyola worked with Che;
-La Paz was her main base
-government was purchased
-by Yankees, CIA, USA
-to run a ‘Police State! '

Loyola caught, in jail,
-her husband arrested
-in hiding was tortured,
-and she was pregnant!

She never saw husband
-and saw him no one else!

He became one of the
-thousands, disappeared!

It is shame on US
Must be shame on US
And bullies are all same!

She gave birth while guarded
-and returned to the jail…

Older son, named Ernest
-psyche-victim of tortures
-like son of Reynaga
-became a drunkard.

Who writes of poor kids of
-the heroes who lose life
-as "nothing" and "no one"?

Instead USA
-celebrates the life of
-Hero of Vietnam!

It is shame on US
Must be shame on US
And bullies are all same!

Who may write history
-in the way it should be?

Of Iran, Israel
-and the Jews of Iran
-used as balls of Ping-Pong
-racketed, barbecued; who will write?