Obeid Zakani Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Obeid Zakani

Wonder if a moron
Knows that he is moron.

When looking at this guy
I am sure, he does not.

He thinks that the people
Have risen against the
Low-ranking officer…

Is blind cannot get
The sign of "F, " "F, " "F! "

The Fs are for him and
The dummy forgets the
Loot and shoot together!

The parrot and monkey
Are aware of nothing.

You, the fox, and jackal
Only know way to hell.

Doubtlessly have blood
Of pimp of Canada.

His money came from
Body-sale in his time.

He had a brothel
From which you took share.

You think, you are something
No, "Nothing, " is "Nothing! "

You are cat in Poem
Of Zakani, poet,
On repenting, prays.

Heard poor mice, came over
With the gifts and praise.

At first cat was priest
Great words, he preached.

Suddenly with each paw
Grabbed five or six mice,
Made rives of blood…

Your speech is that cat's
Of the church and of mosque,
As well as synagogues…

Wonder if a moron
Knows that he is moron.

When looking at you, guy,
I am sure, you do not.

You have lied many times
Beyond a patient's count
And this was new one…

Again: "Signed an order,
With decree to subjects
And all the governors…"

You must be related
To camel or big bird,
Ostrich that dips head
Into sands of desert…

Looks funny seeing that
Your puppets have same act.

You tell that George died,
We observed "He was killed! "

Only those do not see
That follow leadership
Of a dumb piece of shit.

You, your world, and your words
Are hollow, empty, meaningless!