Political Losses Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Political losses

This is a request
-from you, with respect
-who may read my poem;
-this writing, which is me
-in hands of history.

I refer to me, my travels.

Before all, a warning:
- "Not many are lucky
-to be born in mountains,
- (that is where I was born)
-neither have the chance to
-go to where I have been,
-on busses, cars, trains…
-World-around trips of sky, sea!
-Observing ups and downs!
-Visiting many sides…
-and living in shanties
-as well as palaces…! "

In a way:
- "I am an exception…
- too lucky…luckiest…"

But also:
- "My heart is broken…
-as if the wall's mirror has shattered! "

Therefore, you who may read
-this poem or writing
-please read slowly
-please read word by word
-piece by piece, consciously
-take steps and walk on
-all the paths I have been
-whenever are reading.
-So, you can penetrate
-in each heart, sad, happy
-and to get lost in them
-and the paths that they take…

All of you are welcome
-to visit my compiled
-notebooks and written words.
-Open, read, one by one
- (They are gates to my life…
-day by day…for long time.)

Booklets are too many;
-the photos, plenty, and HDs!

Visible are changes, notably…

Of poets who write in English
-I have two favourites
- (mean…at least!)
-Ezra Pound and Shelley…
-We speak in the same language!

They stood hard, as rock
-knowing what, could, might come…
-One was kicked and deprived,
-another, arrested and was caught…
-One ran as the Mary's Frankenstein…
-another spent time in the cage…
-I can and am ready to become similar! ?

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!

It will be an honour
-will be my pleasure…

Have tried and try
-to open ears, eyes
-enable to read minds…

Openness is a must…
Openness is a must…
Openness is a must…

The borders and anthems
-are the walls for our jails!

"I am of this flag…"
"I bow to such altar…"
"I speak in this tongue…"

I…
I…
I…

Selfishness is enough
-with ugly slogans
-of such kind.

"I" and "We" just act as
-a pair of sharp scissors
-to be source: "Cut, divide…"

I follow Saadi's say:
- "Human, all races
-are made of same essence.
-One Limb is mankind's base
-if a part feels pain, mace
-shall feel it all the rest.
-Unconcerned cannot be
-a part of the man's face.

Want to be small part…

To do so, I can, must
-feel the pain, as one part.

Since I must; I swear:
- "I will, will, "
-and if not, will kill me! ! !

My poems are thousands
-most of them are concerned
-with social, politics; but some are
-personal, sexy, and fantasy…

I was born few years
-after the Second War…
-a "Boomer" I am called…

Lot happened in these years
-most of the recorded and written
-are lies and lead to hell,
- "Tears of Crocodile! "

Everything that sounds "J"
-being "G", "J" itself…
-up to "H" and or "S"
-in carving or posters
-are to give rights to some
-by taking other's rights.

Yes, some had been deprived
-I fingered, turned pages:
- "Can I find any cause? "

I read books of the faiths
-Abraham's descendants'
-suspicious, I doubted
-till found them brutal
-hideous and heartless …
-too selfish, large lairs.

"Of the vase…" it is said:
- "…leaks what is stored in! "

The deprived proved this
-after helped, supported!

History of my time
-is filled of a Cold-War.

To know it in its depth
-must first be broken
-then turned to a puzzle.

Every piece studied
-then retuned to place
-in its right location…

Then painting or picture
-must be revisited…

To do so I start
-with the time of our Shah…

He is good example
-to many kings and sheikhs,
-to Sultans, Emirs, Khans
-Middle East's, all-around!

Existing borders are
-new and were marked by
-the so-called First-World-War!

Blood was Indians'
-as well as Africans'
-for greed of Europe!

The Kurds were lied to and
-the same was for Greeks,
-similar to many, too many
- "We help you retain land! "

Poor blood poured with deaths.
-Winners raised new flames
-fueling with blames…

Crocodiles!
Crocodiles!
Crocodiles!

Filled with lies
-Lies! Lies! Lies!

The Kurds were divided
-as have been the others
-by drawing borders
-of Iraq, Syria…
- (Sheikhdoms and Emirates
-thanks to Kings of France, England!)
-They became cause of wars
-with terror that goes on…
-everywhere around us!


Iran was divided
-between West and Russia
-centre-part was neutral.

With Lenin came changes
-he freed northern part
-fought for South, Reza Shah.
-Then arrived New War…
-The Allies raped Iran
-by marched through her for passage
-and using her train.
-Some people were murdered
-none of them recorded
-who cared to compensate?

Reza Shah disapproved
-England intervened
-and poor Shah was removed
-and exiled, as was the Napoleon…

How can I?
How can I?
How can I?

Ever sit and calm down?

I swear, always shout
-against "War"; any war!
-anywhere, near, far!

What has the Europe done
-to Slaves…Africans…
-with shackles and traps…

Slogan was simple:
- "The hell with their parents! "
- "Catch young and youngsters! "
- "…and female breeders! "

Shame! Shame! Shame!
Shame on all the Europe!
Shame on slave-dealers!

Son of Shah of Iran
-was placed as the Shah
- (repeated the same, on;
-then after; in Qatar, in Oman,
-in Jordan, and Iraq,
-in Egypt, Syria…
-Egyptian Malek gave the daughter
-to our Shah, his First-One!)

How can I?
How can I?
How can I?

Not see the Kurd, Baluch
-the Afghan and Tajik
-the Uzbek, Turkmen
-to Pashto and Pathan…?

Iran's Shah was in debt
-to Brits, USA
-Uncle Tom had "Cabin"
-given, so, as slaved…
-He became favourite in agents.

I, the dog of that dog
-became a liaison, flew out
-to many countries
-took along lots of gifts
-for Emirs and the Kings
-to become like ourselves
- (Slave to USA…)

I saw the cargo sent
-to the sheikhs of Arabs
-and from England…
- "Arabian Gulf! " address read.
-The Sender, Receiver were friends!
-Shah betrayed our nation;
-why did he keep silence!

Just serving his masters…?

I saw, know…
I saw, know…
I saw, know…

Now feel pain, in and out
-when looking at the wars
-ISIS to Taliban…
-to Riyadh and Tehran…
-in defence, or attack…
-Yemen to Syria…

Have removed my blinds…
-can see with open eyes…

Studied the rise of
-Nasser and El Che and
-Ghaddafi, followed by
-Bin Laden and Assad…

Harvest time has arrived
-cause the seeds grew tall
-after lands were plowed
-by Moscow to Paris and
-London; Washington…

How can I?
How can I?
How can I?

Can never be camel
-extracting the oil
-blinded and or fooled
-walking and repeating
-same track, day and night
-as if have gone forward...

This is the reason why
-my poems, mostly are
-social and political!

I care for peace
-and love…