Tantrum Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tantrum

Following daily life,
Following past to now,
Flowing the gunshots,
Following immigrants,
Sitting with displaced,
Hearing slogans,
Listening to revolts,
I follow hate and love,
And always find a cause:
"Reactions to actions! "

Read of an accident:
- "Drunk was driver,
-killed three innocents."

Remembered in Bushehr
-I flew airplane
-carrying logistics and soldiers.

A Yankee, on return
-was one of passengers.
-Shamelessly he seemed to
-want better treatment
-and get in cabinet.

I, on the other hand
-wished to kick his fat ass
-wanted him faded, dead
-like the fog in the sun!

He drove a car when
-was drunk in midnight
-overran three kids
-killing them on spot.

Since was of USA
-of justice was exempt.

This planted dislike
-which grew to be hate
-of Shah and governments!