Fish Roundabout Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fish roundabout

Mourning day came again
Radios and TVs everywhere
Talk of bombs and death of the thousands
Each of us can picture the things in relation
Mine goes back to Dubai…
There I lived and stayed for some years
Money was second game…as always
Knowledge 'First'

Therefore books and papers
Change of facts with no shame
I heard, talked in secret
If against government (s)
(Greedy dictators!)

Near A-Stone-Fish-Roundabout
Building's name: 'Bin Laden'.
Knew not of them and did not care
Names come, go, always change…

Until then…

Customers in Iran had wanted
Batching plant and I searched
Middle man was LG; a man's name
He took me to Sharjah-Storage
Contract had been cut in midway
Sold machines on auction
My need was among them…

I paid the Bin Laden…
I know them from then
(Yemeni, Saudi,
Relations with the sheikhs, USA)

He lost rights to his home
So wandered and made name

It was search that took him
To Somal and Sudan
He became the most known…