Shook Hands With Mullahs 2 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shook Hands With Mullahs 2



Shook hands with mullahs 2

Back to old at his home
Retired, retarded, Alzheimer
And efforts to help him
Doing best to calm him
And change of history
My part in that revolt.

Kids speak:
-want to call but cannot
-and why not?
-gate is locked
-the guards aim guns at us
-they stand behind wall

-ignore them, go in mass

They are young
All try to get out
And guards shoot
A soldier is on roof
He shoots back
He kills guard
With one killed in blood
Tough shooting breaks up
Back and forth, of both sides.

The rebels are in hiding
Like in sun chameleons
They are well-camouflaged
Had been there in waiting
Have cocktail Molotov.

With blood on ground
Some throw cocktail bombs
The world turns volcanoes…

Some throw blankets on the dead
Some run to, search trucks.

In shiver, unconscious our soldier
Loses gun to rebels.
Outsider takes his gun
Like the hail of sky
The experts shoot bullets.

Guard still strong my kids are in danger
I order to our side:
-Go bring armament
-where from?
I lead them, give address.

War is hell and breaks…
Hesitant, I am in
I am caught in between
By the time, location.

Wounded are on both sides
Some guards choose to out
People help, give clothes
And losers are on run.

Rebels are left and right
I am an officer
See the gun as danger
Feel obliged, want to end
But do not have power.

On my arm wear some white
Leave the base and the fight
A taxi and head for the
"Resident of Imam…"

-This is me;
I show card
-officer of Iran
-we seek peace
-that is work of Imam…
Left and right are mullahs
We shake hands with respect
I am led to old one
-You must see Bazargan
He tells me and leads me…

Waste of time…no result!

Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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