Personal Not Secret Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In those days
The days of flying
Physically and in dream
We flew the LF, ELF and even ULF
‘E’ stood for Europe as U meant USA
Each flight meant a world of knowledge
In Kenya the Samba and Zebra
In Sudan the python and the Nile
In Cairo the mummies, pyramids
The Sochi to Lynham, Lesotho, Africa
And States; the purchases made us frown
I read the papers that revealed the Royal in Iran
That went on and went on till we raised our arms high
We declared in firmness, “Down with shah, death to shah”

And things changed
Changes came of ‘Dead-Wave’
Deep hidden out of sight in depth
Ferocious looking tame

That went on and went on
Till hi-jack by Behzad

He planned well ahead
Of his act, silent-dead

He headed for Delta
But returned to Tehran
“Bad engine” he said, called
In fact though, he climbed
Firemen on the ground
“Bad engine...they will come”
And Boing out of sight
“He must’ve crashed...”
He flew, passed Alborz
And went low, Caspian to Paris
Malaysian jetliner sounds the same
Deliberately diverted...