No Sir, Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

No Sir,

Patriarchs, dictators,
The ones in white collar,
Selfishly tell others:
'I order; you obey.'

Cannot see the braves,
They forget the rebels,
Those who may sparkle,
Burn primes to the end.

We saw two ex-actors,
Encountered in Oval,
Host, selfish, egoist,
Had a guest, a humble.

The one who knows it all,
And insults everyone,
Was erased and cleaned,
As are the toilets…

‘No, ' to him, had never,
Come around, appeared,
Till he met this leader,
Unlike his personnel,
A bunch of bootlickers.

Hey Great Little man,
Confidently stand,
Your ground to defend,
The land of your people,
With their ancient culture.

Yes, Khakhol you maybe,
As brainless may say,
But not for wise, wisdom.

Let's say no to bullies,
To bullies, betrayers,
Who crave any name,
They enjoy the ‘Yes sir, '
From pieces of shit!