Of Not Said 3 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of not said 3

After weeks of waiting
No reply for visa renewal
And passport in their hands
A man at the counter:
"Check with the ‘Moraghghabat'",
Their police, CIA, FBI
Mohammad headed it; Sheikh's third son
Father was known as wise
I heard his nephew say: "He is so brutal!
He killed for uniting Bar-Dubai with Dubai,
And rules it by using iron hand…stole rights...'

I waited behind fence
Shorteh went, police came
Finally to inside directed
Sat in room all alone;
Too small, light green all around
With carpet and colours.

A tiny table and two chairs, seats,
That told me where I was,
"Thank you, " to movies…

A tall and well-dressed Arab man
Appeared as is known for visions
Welcomed me with respect
Called my rank as "Major" and knew all details.

Speedy I had checked all the sides
Recording? Cameras?
Sure there were, camouflaged!

The ending was simple
"Invite you, work with us! "
Like balloon compressed
Hit and hurt by needle
I burst and blasted:
"How can you trust me?
If I sell my mother of the years? "

Then after came threats…