Revolution Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Revolution

Days go by
Requests increase and come by
Friendship

With invites duties increase and add up
Pockets holed coins gone
I am poor

Want to shout
Want to be some thunder or storm
Want to rain softly but pours acid from eyes

Killed…Killing
Bomb…Bullet
Guns...Drones

"Oh damn you mass of words…"
Volcano and dead-wave and cloud
Shout in me.

I turn to dust and move
I turn to whale and shark
I turn to ground-hog

On the walls I write the slogans
"I will come, will return, blossom"

I dictate
Ahmad writes
we copy in many
and youths go door to door
in the dark of the night to invite
slip the night-paper in slots, through doors

We wrote them secretly:
"Stand up and resist dictators; abusers."
"Life is short my dear; why fear? "
"Stand up for the right."
"Stand up, stand up."
"Better dead with pride and fall down like the leaves than alive in the cage."