Ismail Khan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ismail khan

Sit here, by my desk,
I must check,
Organise and manage.

In backyard, squirrel,
Holds something with its teeth
Looks around to bury…

Is black with big tail
Both of us are insane
Neither finds a place
To relax and forget,
Feel living in the hell!

Some tell me animals
Behave based on instinct,
Know nothing of logic,
To them life is go round
No further, not beyond!

I do not bow, nor buy! ! !
This too is mankind`s lie.

I think of the poems of Karo
And his past…until end…

Iran is unlike the USA
"Melting pot, " it is garden!

He knew of his past
Migrations, settlements
Adaptation, Adoptions.

We were born in Blood
Were raised to see Blood
And we live in Blood
Are tired of Blood
As well as bloodshed!

We observe murderers
Get away with Murder!

We laugh at slogans
Said, written, of justice.

We have been the victims
So, know well, are aware
Of impacts of the ways
That behave governments.

"Trump meant to attack…"
I read and loudly, laughed!

And questioned:
"On what base? "

Then read of invasions
In the name of defence
And killing villagers
After one another…

Britain, Australia
Abu Gharib, USA…

And go back to Bushehr
And order Samussa.

Spicy, it is hot
With lot of Sikhs' blood.

They were the foot soldiers
Of "Great Britain"? ? ?

This is how came along
The cartoon of "Afghans, "
By Moscow and London…

The killed were of Iran, India
The victims of Herat, Kandahar
Powerless Abdurrahman was a pawn
And the pain has lasted with crimes
Committed by Europe, Whites' blood,
Stretched all over, Washington, Australia,
In such mud grew Ismail Khan, criminal…