New Hampshire Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

New Hampshire

Old age is problem,
Every site, here, there,
Acts like one reminder!

Of college, New Hampshire:
"We did not have crime,
So, left the doors unlocked."

We, many, were cadets,
General dictated:
"No need of salesperson,
Our cadets are honest."

The shop's door was open,
We selected, purchased,
Whatever was needed,
And handled the payment.

Long ago departed,
Makes me sad to hear:
"The mullahs made fire,
And buried good old day! "

Bow to wrong candidates!
Lie and cheat presidents!

When steal commanders,
Poor people are chickens!

Keep reading article,
Blood turns to tears!

Can our hearts love again?
Will the good days return?

Confused is brain!
Throw the article!

Of such life am ashamed!
Want to die, disappear!
Where the hell is grave?