My Fight Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My fight

In school and proud
-to bullies never bowed
-he arrived in the yard,
-was in rush
-his look was demanding:
- "Take these books…"

"No, no way…"
-I told him:
- "…go give it to slave! "
-he and I involved in a war…

We agreed to have fight
-duel like…

He had some followers
-and others who observed
-happy to see him fall
- (silent and in their hearts)

Walking shout on Shahbaz
-near an open land with no walls
-where the land was spared
-and we lived near by…
- (Later, for Fire Trucks…)

We involved in a fight
-around us a circle
-some clapped
-some shouted
-admired and praised
-some mouths shut, prayers

Finally, some wise came
-grabbed us by the neck
-like preys of hunters
- (brought by greyhound…)

To stop the bully and bullied
-we need a wise to catch
-White House and Pyongyang