Stealth Making Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stealth making

Was cadet in Texas
-the base was Laredo
-did not know was facing racism
-till he heard…he, Grey!
-who had been in Iran
-setting up radio, father's job
-their maid a faithful Musulman

Grey came to my help
-he told the classmates
-as the one who knew, an expert
- "I know and respect them…
-we have lived…among them…
-we have seen, tested them…"

And he said how money was left there forgotten
- "…but maid called to tell and inform us…
-…of money's existence with her, safe…"

Grey whose father worked in high place
-of metal or as mechanical engineer
-was fully confident and aware so shouted:
- "We make the airplane in secret…
-…it is jet and can fool the radar, go secret…
-…th
eir oil that comes here is main base for payment…"
- (or something of that kind…)

As I had learned from my girlfriend
-Judy King who I love all the times,
-and the ones visited thanks to her…
-I learned much from my classmate

Thank you, dear Grey, …
Thank you, dear Grey, …
Thank you, dear Grey, …

But listen followers of Donald don't go far
-let me be a friend; not to turn to rebel as did Che…

I can and I will if…