The Hands Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Hands



The Hands

I spent many months
To read, ride, also walk
The path of Che Guevara
As the search and research.

Guevara is, to me
Sample to lot of things
That happened, took place.

His life and adventures
Are my most interest.

Who was he?
What happened?
Why is he the El Che?

Was he a communist?

Followed him everywhere;
Studied deep and well
Both him and his friend,
I followed everyone
Related by birth, time
While tortured, burials.

He was born to parents
With enough to live well
A life of middle class
With trips to seaside
And dancing in the clubs.

With house and good income
Could afford having car
Even in the time that
Many were poor, deprived.

Focused on his youth time
When dreams are normal
For finding one's own self
And he heard of friend
With bike-ride; ambitious…

Rider was the bridge
To see world, as it is.

Went in line, at a mine,
To get job, raise some fund;
He faced the rejection
By foreman who shouted
Dirty words; insulted…

"This is life of labour! "
He learned and pierced it.

Visited some island
Saw the sick and patients
Treated like sinners…
He learned and pierced it.

Ended in Guatemala
Saw US planes bombed
To remove president
Whom people elected;
He learned and pierced it.

UFC exported produce to US
While locals faced hunger;
He learned and pierced it.

"Devils are USA, CIA, NSA; "
He learned and pierced it.

So, shook hands with rebels,
First, Raul, the Fidel's brother;
So, learned and pierced it.

Studied medicine and knew
"Prevent with vaccines, "
Had learned and pierced it.

Microbe was recognised
As US and allies,
Which should be uprooted;
He became doctor of the rebels.


Their success could become
No more than a failure
Thanks to old government
That betrayed, sold people…

As in Guatemala and US…

Moscow as a fisher, came forward
The rebels happily welcome her!

Tania was agent
To show him the right way
To be like Bolsheviks; Soviets…

Washington, McCarthy's
Muraled communists
As Satan and devils…

Che became communist!

The Gringo leaders
Are meanest and dumbest
With lies and injustice…

To remain in power forever
They make shows, pretend
Like jackals and foxes!
USA in Japan, Korea
As well as Vietnam
Are tools to brainwash;
A nation for Bagram and Iraq.

Some devote living, life
To resist and fight lies
From both in and out!

"Rise against USA,
CIA and friend…"

Bin Laden was just one
Abubaker other one;
Many more are to come!

They think so just because
Washington is selfish, brutal!

Awareness opens eyes;
As do the trails, walks
With rebels, Guevara
With whom I encountered,
In Seco, La Higuera, Grande!

I acted in movie
In my hand camera…

Saw the room in which he
Was shot by drunkard
The room, was, the "School! "

Thank you, USA,
(The giver of First Aid
Wrapped in it poison to murder!)

"Thank you Arguedas
For sending El Che's notes
To Fidel, Havana…"

The notes were published and
CIA is revealed
From depths, as has been and as is…

Agency said: "Cut off! "
The hands of Guevara and dump him
In trash, in airport to whitewash

But thanks to Arguedas
The hands were preserved
Which ended in Cuba…

CIA'S Factbook says:
"Arguedas was turncoat! "

I sit, read, discover
The deep roots of the lies
At its head is US President!

Thursday, January 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: historical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leeann Azzopardi 02 January 2020

You are still fighting the power by writing perfect poetry

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