Ali Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ali

Ali was on the screen
Let us call it: "The TV".

And…

I used to fly
Hercules…

Once was a young man
Royal family member
Ali…

He came to parachute.
And we
Used to the filthy spoiled royals
Had fallen jaws
He lied down on the floor like log
His parachute a pillow
He was one of us
A simple middle class; no more.

I heard him talk of his pains in the past
Imposed by his aunts…
And uncle…the Shah.

That took me to Dubai prison
There thanks to the Sheikhs
A cousin was kept
Not on the outer side
But inside.

What can one expect of power?
From ego and greed?
But brutality in highest level
That is what they are
Filthy rich and corrupt.

And I
Never claim to have seen the world
As do some
But I have learned from them all…