No Sir Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

No Sir

He, a first lieutenant,
Was ranked, an officer.

Early in the morning
Practiced the routine
Of waking and shaving,
Got ready for leaving.

Kissed his wife, departed,
She saw his goodbye wave.

Was sure that at the gate
Would encounter soldier.

And he was surprised
Nothing was as it was.

The soldier over there
Sat still, motionless,
As idle as idols.

Lieutenant called sergeant
To talk of disrespect
That sergeant did not care.

Surprised of changes
Went to the commander.

A coup had happened,
The lower decided
Not to bow to higher.

Look at the life, these days
That oppressed is aware
Of the men and women
Of any land, culture
Are the same, equal.

Open eyes and stand
To oppose dictators,
If leach or vampire.