Fealty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fealty



Fealty

Had a walk in deserts of Kerman
-endless were horizon and the sands
-filled my palm with the dunes
-let it dance in breeze
-watched it pour …

In distance appeared silhouette
-wondering, willed to see, was afraid
-eerily looked at it, yet scared
-the single grew till
-turned to mass, an army
-on horses and on feet with donkeys

Felt the sand talk to me
-on the ground and in hand
-as well as dust rising in distance

But mono-lingual and selfish
-felt being supreme
-was nothing but a dumb egoist
-thought knew everything
-in fact I, as we are
-was pile of cells of bone and no more…

Came close a group of MPs
-I asked them, they asked me
-of who, what, where and why

They sought more info on:
-"What you know of city, Isfahan?
-have any idea of Persian Capital?
-What happened? "
-unaware, dumbfounded, was silent
-my eyes raced with heartbeats
-in wonder…

"Who are you?
-Why you ask?
-Who are they? "
I was a balloon filled with helium!

"Don't you know the Sword's Son?
-Nader Shah, of Afshar…

Knew not…
-once again revealing myself I…
-realised am windbag, claimant
-and worthless bag of shit…

"Brutal was attack on Palace.
-Capital has turned to bloodbath
-All women, even girl of two-years
-have been killed, raped and burned…"
-they told me and went on…
-I heard: "Ouch! "

It was just one of dunes on ground
-shocked became, so questioned:
-"What was that? "
-the voice was motherly, sisterly
-"I'm Homa…sister of…mother of…
-princess of Iran…"

Felt tears in my eyes of joy and surprise
-"You? Homa? Princess of Iran? "

She was kind, sweet, soft:
-"Yes I am…all of us…deserts' dunes
-are made of the flesh and blood,
-and the nerves…and the bones…"

Surprised, I cried…
-happy of learning but…
-deeply sad of the facts:
-I murmured to myself:
-"Go, get, lost! "
-that was when I confessed:
-"Your knowledge is zero, even less…"

Now here, after years
-living a simple life
-like Dervish…
-a Sufi…
-rich of age…
-clothes torn …
-pockets full of the holes…
-surrounded by thick walls…
-of the books and notebooks…
-feel again in desert…
-and hear the word:
-"Ouch! "

Not of rich and wealthy
-not of the politics
-not of the officials
- (who deal with lines and dots,)
-not from cubicles, nine to five…
-but from strings of the wool in carpet
-and from the covers and pages
-and from the keyboard, computer…

Around me there is hymn and a hum:
-Ouch
-Ouch
-Ouch

History and crimes
-by hands of criminals
-repeat in Syria and Yemen
-in Iraq, Chechnya
-in Sudan, Africa
-Haiti, Venezuela
-Mexico, Guatemala

And leaders know nothing
-except for a single language
- (which is shit)
-essence of the wealth and racism
- (which come of selfishness)
-and the thirst for blood
- (which comes of their nature)
-Ouch
-Ouch
-Ouch

Want to leave the city
-go check on Sahara
-revisit the Nazca
-sit at the lifting pad of Tabas
-ride on Nile, head to tail
-catch basket
- (in it find a baby…)
-Ouch
-Ouch
-Ouch

Want to go to mountains
-among them Ararat
-flood and Noah's Ark
-Rostam-and-Demon-fight
-and rivers of blood in valleys, Caucasian
-review the name of Grozny
-and why a capital, proudly is: "Dirty"?
-want to see the Russians' genocide of locals
-as have done the Yankees with those who
-were condemned Squaws, Red-Skins…

Want to lift and crush Donald Trump
-as I do with cockroach…
-and the same with the chief of Turkey
-because of what he does to Kurdish
-and King of Saudi for murders in Yemen
-Syria and Bahrain…
-and the rights he stole of mothers
-and sisters, and daughters…and others…

Want to go to Egypt and push the general
-Abdel Fatah Asisi
-for murders, prisons and tortures

Want to go round the world; to Iran
-want to shout to every dictator
-by wealth or power, faith:
-"Hey dumb ass,
-hey killer, murderer,
-for God and kindness sake,
-stop this bloodshed…
-let mankind prosper,
-in love and forgiveness;
-yes enough is enough! "

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