Shook Hands With Mullahs 3 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shook Hands With Mullahs 3



Shook hands with mullahs 3

My efforts for old man
Is making him a shelter
My bricks are my words
Talking with stories…
And all fact.

-was led to Bazrgan
-his office too simple
-we had two governments
-Khomeini's and Shah's
-Now I was with first one
-too much was on their dish
-had little awareness of detail
-I waited and waited and waited
-angry I became when PM departed
-I could talk, stop ongoing bloodshed
-very sad, angry left that hell and parted
-the hopes and the dreams, compiled

The old man stopped me here, there
To my words he added
That made me feel happy with success.

-Tehran was different
-road closed, abandoned
-sands and rocks and bricks
-could be found everywhere
-our airbase among them
-saw our man on alert
-all had gone, he was left
-"Give me gun if you have, "
-I told him, expected…
-"Everything is looted, "
-he said, had no power
-had only a baton, erected
-"Can have it…"
-guns and arms were looted
-I shivered, was afraid
-people can kill and harm
-ran in mind, all over
-I felt roads as rivers
-all of them red, blood
-had to do something and
-had to find solution
-no police no gendarme
-no court and no…no one
-married, child and father
-among us, relative, was only officer
Had to do something and
-out of this misery needed way
-took the last arm and walked
-with baton in my hand…
-nothing could become same
-next morning, even night
-gathered youths, those around
-and told them open mouth
-tell people with the arms
-I can help to repair the bad ones
-in this way would learn much
-who has arms, what have done
-I became the lion in my home
-neighbours loved…
-I became the police and the judge
-I was dad and mother, brother
-I was mind and brain and knowledge
-I was rain and bread, king and shah
-"Accept food, donations…see after poor
-and orphans…"
-we helped and did our best
-to see the people safe…
-I sent car, speaker, gave address
-"Come here to solve the problems…"
-Khomeini and Prime Minister
-though too late…
-did what I told the mullahs
-Behesti and his guys, ‘Dirty Five'
-and Montazeri, the old one
-did use the radio and announced:
-"Take the arms to the mosques…"

-not to face enmity
-my address had to change.

Friday, January 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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