Duel Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I am so angry I want fight
Factually, sleeve rolled-up
Machete I took not a knife
I’ve pulled trigger of a gun

I’m ready
I am set

Kill or die

As Pushkin
Lermontov
And others
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready
I am knight

Your devil tongue and mind with slur
Your judgment and dumbness, the liar
Made me so angry; be aware I am set

You invade others’ land, call that right
I am wrong; you tell me, not to decide

Go to hell
I will send
You a rose