Page 142 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Page 142

Rudy, expert writer,
Sharpened pen, intended:
"Make undead from dead! "

Started researching
In papers and records.

Differed the notes mentioned,
Between rock-hard place:
"Cannot lie, I am cursed! "

Museum was showcase,
For police, Regina,
And detailed the wanted:
"Criminal who escaped! "

Rudy found some graves
Not of Voice, his friends!

They belonged to police,
Those heroes of racists,
For being what they were,
Big liars…brainless!

I look at our Don's death,
And know same will happen.

Our Jaime Arguedas
Knew much and told us
Of smart brother,
The chief and Minister
In the time of El Che.

Antonio opposed the
Mischievous USA,
In mirror Rockefeller:
"To rule them, make fire
Take the oil, supply arms! "

FACT_BOOK of CIA
Lies, protects Cruelest!