Mullah Mostafa Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mullah Mostafa

Times and times I have wished:
"Where is unawareness, know nothing's blessing? "

It is pain to be dust in the wind rising high
Becoming obstacle or part of thick clouds; in sky
Even if your being brings rain to the fish
That climb to surface to catch you for play
Or enjoy the living…

Time, place of my birth
Were imposed
In same way death will be;
The first two are the pain
Release comes at the end.
But my gains, treasures?
Simply, honestly, no one cares!
For poppy in dogs' games!

I flew Hercules.
Loaded tools were secret.
Opener? CIA! ! !
Who was I but drone or Laika?
Brainless I was sent to fly
on border of Iran and Iraq
over Kurds, Kurdistan, their divide
pawn of pawn in games of KGB-CIA
of course Shah of Iran was leading greyhound.

Poor Jalal; poor Mullah Mostafa
Two leaders of the Kurds turned to pawns;
one degreed in schools, one fighter in the heights
one in the modern suit, another tribal!
then came peace, friendship
we took Shah to Sochi of Russia
the lamb to celebrate was Mullah Mostafa…
the man of tribal was led in suit to meet Iran's Shah
in that way he shed off the remains of pride…
some say that USA killed him by poison,
CIA's Fact-Book says: "He died in Washington, "!
prior claims that Mullah was treated as if rat: "By White House,
By Moscow, as well as by palace in Baghdad, and later by Tehran! "