To Rebels Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To rebels

He called me with a voice
-poisoned, lacking joy
-too bitter of killings
-in "Hotel" of "Kabul".

Much is said of Ali
-and Zahra
-as well as their two sons.

With parents being same
-grandpa, prophet
-they are too different.

Hassan is known as
-man, of life, pleasure
-in peace and in silence.

Hussein lives world apart;
-to him life's meaning:
- "Living with glory, "
-stands the oppression
-is full of rejection
- avoids life in weakness
-seeks, stands for his rights
-he rebels, goes wild, fights,
-reject look at the toes
-his eyes search in sky
-builds home in galaxies.
-this is how defines life
- "Prefer death to life;
-if is undignified! "

If correct my tree
- (which I doubt!)
-I carry DNA of Hassan
-character, love to have
-of uncle, Imam Hussein.

Must hear me Hussein
-ambitious lazy, friend
-who has come of Kabul…

His call was ignition
-I drove fast and went
-had to meet and face him:
- "There are things I can't say
-on phone and internet…"
-he told me.

They must be important
-or carries things in hand
-that must hand them to me
-like the books and pamphlets
-possibly a gift that has arrived
-from the "Neutral zone, "
-marked by the Empires
-of nineteenth century
-Russia and Britain
-called: "Afghan."

I was wrong.
I was wrong.
I was wrong.

Whatever had in mind
-and noted on pad-lock
-to become my poem
-changed upon encounter!

Had meant this:
- "I write and allow you
-to call me crazy
-but am sure that somehow
-in near future, or later
-your child or other kids
-will read and will love it."

Living in Toronto
-both willing and by force
-keep head out of swamp
-where worms are all around
-painting hair, shoes and nails
-empty their brains…
-tummies filled, defecate.

See life of the masters
-and mass of the slaves
-capitalists in markets
-selling you, buying me
-exactly like cotton and crop
-or ponies and horses, ox to dog.

Mules are kings and sheikhs
-who, dumbly, think of them
-being part of power; unaware
-they are just skin-bags
-made by, for, injustice.

On the map of the world
-Middle East of today
-and the Old-Persia
-see a fist with thumb out.

On it read: "Afghanistan".

Is landlocked, not far from
-the warmth of Persian Gulf
-and the Seas of Arabs, India
-from them, is deprived
-must reach them after long
-land-trip from the Pakistan or Iran.

In its north chains of rocks
-mountains, is mountainous
-most known is "Hindukush".

In meaning of the name
-hidden in trenches
-lies an old history…
-we hear and repeat
-but never think of it:
- "Kills Hindus! ! ! ? ? ? "

The people of this land
-are like a stillborn
-forced into glass jar
-liquid is venom
-and the natural blood
-of the birth; and added.

The devils and shamans
-sit afar with long hands
-arms of arms and planes
-with, without the pilots
-and play with puppets…

One-day food, another
-religion or cultures
-or clans to follow
-the war-dance of Aatan…
- "We beat the Macedonian,
-and Great-Britain
-even the Soviets…"

I listen and hear…
-keep silent…
-no comment…

In front is the jar
-on the map, fist and thumb.

At a bar in Saloon
-I order my drink
-in distance sits table
-hangs on it a lamp-bulb
-on four sides sit four men
-with chapeaus, wearing ties
-in front, in centres
-are the chips, lots of cash
-and cards are near chests
-the scene is a drear…

"I call, " says player
-and the game is poker
- "I read and top it by…"
-game goes on and price
-is the land of Afghans
-and their deaths, and blood
-in hotels, continental
-or on roads, in bazaar.

Angry, I drive
-on highway, four-o-one
-must listen to news
-that he has, must reveal
-only when we are, two
-not on phone, internet…

And the words in my mind
-are like the reservoirs
-with gasses of sulphur
-and other minerals…

Final, I get there
-plaza, I enter
-he goes to the counter
-gets coffee and a cake…

On return…
-anxious I, jaw fallen
-and my eye wide open
-wait to see what he has
-to tell me, to comment.
He false teeth, planted
-ugly gum in colours
-of grey, pink and red
-makes him look as a witch
-I close eye on these
-what I need is knowledge.

Of China he had said
-which acted as fire
-drove me to go there.

"China is player…"
-he said, I expected
-at table of the four
-playing their poker
-China with Russia and against
-Washington and Europe…

Each want share…
-teamwork is only to
-break the backbone of
-the common enemy
- "Manifest" of Karl Marx
- "Later fight internal and amongst! "

Eagerly in waiting
-felt ice poured on me
-when
-he told me what he did
-making me die of chill.

"Phones and all internets
-are being listened, heard,
-automat, mechanic…"
-he said and then warned me:
- "Must not talk politic;
-no, never, openly…"

I frowned with boiling
-George Orwell came to me
-and the Big Brother:
- "Holly-Shit! "

"CIA and CSIS,
-agents of the Jews and Israel
-and others…"

Meant to say:
- "Collect the info and
-make it a business
-to give, take and exchange."

Is afraid of his job
- "When apply they may find
-my true character…
-and reject to take me…"

"Hey Hussein,
-by your name…"
-wanted to tell him, say:
- "You live the Hassan life…
-and let me be Hussein
-in action and nature…"