Matrah To Udeid Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Matrah to Udeid

Then I was officer
-was sent to liaison
-I was based in Matrah
-and my term was for long
-the Brits felt like boss
-with planes, Nimrod to Sky-one
-I stood my ground
-as returns pee that hits a hard rock:
-"Not with me, you are wrong! "

The Brits were behind ruler-change-of-Oman
-on surface father went on leave when
-London said:
-"Keep Qaboos in place, as Sultan…
-…he is ours and trained in Sandhurst…"

My nature was not the:
-"Oh of course Your Honour…
-doubtlessly I do Sir…"

Wild was I and rebel,
-lifted head and eyebrows:
-"Not that way…"

Hard softens when sees hard
-I showed them my tough side
-"Will you please…? "
-they called, asked…
-"Want warm food and lunchbox…
-…will fly in right time…"
-I told them and felt good in my heart:
-"Now we are equal…"

I had learned how they came
-in our world as devils
-started with stamps of Sharjah
-they reveal: "History of evil…"
-and feel shame and angered
-to see the MI6, CIA and others
-racing to have bases, play games
-in, around Persian Gulf