It Hurts Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

It hurts

History is nothing but some lies
And it hurts.

The writers and rulers
These liars record, talk,
And it hurts.

Remember: “Half-truth is a lie.”

We took part in revolt
It changed all, top to down
Like wild horse it ran fast
With it we, the riders, fell
Dropped and it hurts.

Now every Tom and Dick, and Harry
Has become the learned, explains.
Most of what many say, are nonsense
Expert they? How it hurts!

He and I, both of us shoulder-ranked
Officers.

Witnessing, I see he, was nothing but blind
Was police, wore goggles, saw one side
I was on other side.

He followed the orders and on guard.
I was an officer, student and teacher
The cadets in class, I taught them to replace
Departed, Gringos and others.

I was there and issued last order:
“Break locks.”
This is how guns came out; after blood.
To stop killing of innocent, I ran out
To leader to declare: “The forces surrender.”

In silence and darkness
I observe falsified history.
And this hurts.