Mazdak Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mazdak

For long I, was in search of Mazda
Not the Japanese as a car, but Iran's.

Search means wandering in the dark,
Can take us with no torch, to get lost.

Mazda turned to Mazdak
And then to Luther and
Then Martin Luther King
And later, a very long list.

Fight has been forever
For the men I researched
Some with love and peace
Like Babak, Khurram-Din,
And some believing in blood
As did copies of Che Guevara.

Among those that I sought
Was Abram or Abraham
That found for Jews, a God!

Based on their books
He is rooted in Ararat of Iran!

That is, if I can, for once
Believe in the Jewish books,
Which, always, see with doubt,
None of them I do trust…

Jewish books lie a lot
They are borrowed and stolen
In piles on the piles and diverted,
In that way they can be owned,
Look at the Daniel and Esther
And Cyrus, the Great…

Where am I?
With Mazdak or Mazda?
Or Abram or Sara?
Confused? Am I lost?