Sharp Pen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sharp pen

Want to sharpen my pen,
Then use it as a dagger,
Let me be the first victim!

Am tired,
Am ashamed,
Silence is a partner,
To crimes taking place,
No more can sit idle,
I have sharpened my pen,
And will fight to the death!

Joan Baez, Bob Dylan.
Singers of Woodstock,
Students on campuses,
Let us rise, rise again.

Filled my pen with blood,
Poisoned and topped up,
As we won the sixties,
Can repeat that indeed,

With no to the White House,
We helped save Vietnam.

Yes, true, I am old,
On current I am cork,
But still, have my pen,
And the lion roars again.

Yes, enough is enough,
Silence the bullet-bomb,
Let us sing, let us dance,
Repeat the John Lennon's:
"Imagine there's no heaven,
People are living for today."

I do shout and will shout:
"Down with the corruptions,
And those who sell weapons,
To the mean and evil dictators."