Turban Dance Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Turban dance

What the hell?
Who are they?
Why were we?
(Fooled by them!)

These mullahs
The copies of Khakhams
Duplicates of the Popes
(And the lying priests!)

Hell, with them!
(All of them…)

Feel tired of Allah
As well as Jehovah
And all of Troika …
(Father, Son, Holly ghost)

Each of them has been part
For gallows and the noose
(to maim us and kill us…)

They, Brits and bastards
(with the wealth and power)
Have been, are, united
(to use us for soft rides)

They are the Mosquitoes
(and vultures, vampires)

They drink our blood
(and divide our corpses!)

Dumb are we, the loyal
(as shepherds, greyhounds)

Hell, with us and our ways!
(must break the egg shells)
(must stand like the rocks!)

Bravo dancing girl in Tehran!