Criminals Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Criminals



Criminals

In surface governments are chosen and are paid to serve us.
Men, women, employed; is that right?
We are told it must be; but is not.

Liars are, and corrupt, Governments; criminals.
They kidnap Somalis and others, powerless
Convict them then tie them, and in chain
Aboard an air-plane, fly them to Kenya
Four follow, guardians, pantaloons
Over there, uniform is removed
Vanish or evaporate, as if fog
The victim, unaware of the
Tongue and habits, area
A rooster, but no head
Is carried like cargo
Conned, tricked
When returned
We lean one
Faked fable
Fact lies in
Mogadishu
Stories are many
Long; Long; Long
All of them poisonous
Aref, wife, and six kids can be one.
Wife trained to steal their passport: “then join us with daughters.”
Kidnapped, they were hidden by Anna Johansson, later sent to far away.
Father, sons were ignored; man drank to avoid the insults and slept in trash.
His boys then found own ways; one ended in the jail
Very sick, the other, ended in streets, church and the, hospital
The chain of stories, blow heat, melting wind and metal, medieval.
Agents make stories, all of them poisonous, seeds and eggs, and ovules; foetuses.
They grow in fine soil, as brood and in womb; rich fertile …and result:
Criminal governments, vampires, have the tools; brainwash and commit such crimes.
They inject the virus into meek and naive, powerless; intention to clone similar and alike.
Then cry, cry wolf, false alarm: “Be aware of terror, terrorists.”
They wear the shepherd’s gown; but in fact they are not.
Governments are the thieves, are liars, raise fright, they plant mistrust.
Governments have the keys, ‘we give them in silence by meekness’, to our house.

Evil witch boils the pots to cook us, dead, alive.

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