Iran Contra Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Iran Contra

Hey Robert, or Parry
I miss you so badly
To speak, frankly.

I was in Iran when
Saddam was supported
By US government.

Reagan rode the horses
As he did in movies.

Best ponies to him were
Breed of Arabic.

So, he rode Saudis…

I saw bombs as if rained
From mountain chains
After were converted
To flood, to murder…

Then, people in US
And Russia and elsewhere
Were in dark, blinded
To their own governments'
Selling arms, armaments!

West supplied the planes
Part on cash, part to pay
By oil, in future:
"Destroy the Persians! "

Yes, Parry, I have lost
Too many of friends
That I took to fronts
And brought in coffins.

Thank you, my friend,
I adore the paper
That carries golden name
Of Parry, or Robert.

But puzzled, have question:
"How many citizens
Of US, and others
Have learned or are aware? "

Guess it is a nonsense
To say or have claim:
"Oh, we have had effect! "

Our people are kind but
Sheepishly after hay.

They are the "Ninety-Nine"
In hands of "One Percent."

We are sold and are bought,
Are we not their slaves?

Look at the Uncle Tom
Support for Donald Trump.

You and I have nothing
Beyond pain, crying
In the dark of our cells
That built them CIA.

Hey, Robert, brother
Sleep well in grave
And find me a place,
Want to come and settle.

Living life like donkeys
Or the ants and horses
Under mean governments
Is nothing but a shame…

Please come after me,
Eagerly am waiting
Trigger one of the
Navy Seals or Iran's
Or Mossad's, KGB's,
To shoot me and kill me!