I Drank Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I drank

I am told: "Be peaceful,
With laws, be grateful! "

I stare and question:
"Who wrote them? "

Our silence is gray…

To writer, I am Red
Or Black, African
Or maybe Asian,
Or Muslim,
And must learn! ! !

I stand like mountain:
"Go to hell…"

This, of course, is after
I follow our ancient
Teaching of:
"Be patient, logical
And try to be kind…"

I do so for too long
With ears of the rock…

Nature is our mother,
Every child gives lesson,
Rock too is in nature,
But is cursed if is pain!

"Go to hell…"
"Go to hell…"
"Go to hell…"

Your law is good, only
For you and your friend,
I am not your slave…

I ask you: "Open heart and brain,
Be friend, equal, progress is near."

The tricks, oppression
Cause riots; make rebels.

Study massacres,
Look at the Red River,
Frog Lake…to El Che,
Bin Laden…and others.

Then sit with the person
Reflected in mirror,
Be honest and question:
"Who is there to blame? "

Angry of time, days,
I drink of divine
To forgive and forget,
Not bullies, no, never.

Why should the defenders
Of oppressed and looted
Be called mobs or culprits,
Criminals, murderers?

I fight the preachers
Of all faiths, religions,
But obliged, praise the
Devoted prophets.

Free men, freedom
Are ones that I pray
To rule us everyday.

Life in den by force of
Populists and pageants,
Bluffers and liars
Is nothing but a shame.

Therefore, you in power
Open eyes and ears:
"Go to hell…"
"Go to hell…"
"Go to hell…"