Warmonger Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Warmonger

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Warmonger

It was in December
-or somewhere near there
-we left home when snowed;
-no wiper in the car,
-I was a cadet, sharp,
-so, cleaned the window,
-heading for Mehrabad.

My trip would be first
-of mine and all of us
-to board an airplane
-for departing Iran.

What a change!
What a change!
What a change!

In Rome, at Ciampino
-it rained like cats and dogs.

An hour, our stay.

We, cadets, were three
-expecting the actors,
-Loren to Fellini's, Italy's!

What a joke…
All in vain…

Some left and some boarded;
-we flew once again…

Montreal, New York
-to Texas…to have a new life;
- (no more that villager!)

Our Shah was "Dog" and in Saad-Abad
-his tail in uniform; I was a single hair.

We moved and followed head;
-cleaned butts or covered, as ordered.

In Lackland Air-Force-Base
-daily were English classes
-but at nights, students
-gathered as ancient souls…

I was firm in my mind
- (have showed it in my film;
-have named it the "Could Be, ")
-had to be different…

"This isn't USA; USA is people."
-I said and stepped out.

Let's cut short the bus ride
-I ended in some Mall
- (North Star.)

There, scared, made mistake
-went to the ladies' wear
-felt ashamed…

Looking for a way down
-lost power, could not talk.

Story ended in
-meeting my Judy; King.

Soon learned of
-The US government
- (a messy mass of lies.)

She fools her own nation,
-cheats and eats, warmongers;
-is venom to others and soldiers.

I found her citizen unaware
-of local politics; but feared Soviets
- (Winner was warmonger…)

Drumsworked very loud
-to deafen ears, minds',
-and mask the brains' eyes.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: political utopia
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