Historical Graph Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Historical Graph

I start with warning:
My today's poetry,
Is not nude, nor sexy,
But, still, is filthy!

Better, you, soon or late,
Make sure to wash your face,
And I wash mouth and eyes,
Since we talk of Trump!

Starter is woman,
History's photograph!

She is Aung San Suu Kyi,
She is born, raised, Burmese.

Take some time, study,
She won a Nobel Peace.

Later as president,
Rohingya crisis,
Sided with the devil,
Defended their expel.

Now, again, is detained,
Everyone talks of her,
Rohingya? Forgotten!

This, sure is,
Graph of history,
Has its min, also peak.

What about Sarkozy?
He is ex, like Donald,
Two horses of one cart.

Both exes are corrupt.

Prior soon ends in
Place that deserves it,
In jail and prison…

I crossed my fingers:
'May Trump follow same! '

If the courts are honest,
To the world and U.S.,
He and his golden hair,
Will end in one of cells.

Am sorry, forgive me,
My poem turned dirty,
For bringing his name.

So many times, again,
And again, and again.

Whenever I hear
Corrupt and corruption,
Shines my mind, remember,
That he lied about porn,
Hid his tax and ignored!

He insulted the poor,
And approved the cruel:
'Stand back, be alert! '

Hope he goes where deserves!

To no one is friend,
He is an abuser.

Encouraged the simple:
'Go, set them on fire,
With you, I, forever! '

He spoke, to the end,
Slogans: 'Hey, Hooray,
I meet you over there.'

Then, after deaths, murder,
He slammed on breaks,
Made U-turn and reversed:
'Arrest the rioters…? ? ? ! ! ! '