To The Mars Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To the Mars

In this cold of Arctic,
Have stored cameras,
No photo without sun,
No outing, not at all.

Therefore, sit, remember
Whatever encountered
In the books and trips
To varied continents…

Saudis are not worth,
They lie in extreme,
Time's value passes gold.

For months had a roommate
With Hejaz documents,
(Saudi's, Government?)

He drank like a whale,
But also, was Muslim.

I questioned in wonder,
He replied, was honest:
"I drink to reserve! "

Then went on, explained:
"The men of government
Are the main importers,
And handle, police, jail
In which end consumers! "

Told me much, can say but,
I keep pen to myself.

Then land in Britain,
As well as USA
Prior rules Riyadh
And latter supports it.

Both swamps, ugliness
Two cans, full of snakes!

Britain send spies,
Like Burton and Lawrence,
Then Bingham as a Yale's professor!

Unite Mom and her child,
London with Washington
In keeping warehouses.

They store their loot and
Lock the robbed treasures,
They stir depth, surface,
Mixing facts with fictions,
Add lies as flavors,
Hammer on the ancient
To uproot old nations!

To them is: "Miracle, "
A friend, those favoured,
(Saudis among them…)

Guilty are those who rise:
"Dig deep into claims,
Must reveal weaknesses,
Now blame, bombard them! "

"Kill the Japs, criminals, "
Is only one amongst
The many, such crimes
In hands of these demons.

The witch Mom and daughter
Chose targets to murder
Mesopotamia, Persian Gulf
And many of carved arts!

Intention is burning
Facts of past, everything
To pave way for themselves:
"We are the ever best! "

Watching the murals,
Wikileaks', is a must.