New World Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

New World

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New world

"Let's take the flower, scatter
-pour wine and fill goblet
-open gate the Heaven's roof
-anew the design, architect"

This is how he rebelled
-mean Hafez; the Poet!

And Hussein's theory
-a sort of rivalry
-wants the old
-yet, he bows to new

Examples start with Abraham
-and before to Moses, Mohammad:
- "They broke the idols
-to set rule of Allah…"

Then talks of the logic
-and use of premise
-refers to critics
-fallacies

Example, murdering old cultures
Example, Middle East and Iran
Example, Rumi writes in Persian

And I like to hear what he says
And I like to hear what he says
And I like to hear what he says

"If U. S. wants to have a system,
-must shatter everything of the past
-convert the language to Yankees'
-dance and sing in rap and raga or twist
-ABC, CNN and journal, Wall Street
-then Google, Amazon and Facebook
-let orders come from Valley of Silicon
-CIA, NSA, Pentagon, FBI,
-and White House is only a puppy
-as is in, the "Nineteen-Eighty-Four"

When talking of the bombs and drones
-he goes on nonstop and gets to Global
- "Destroy Mesopotamia, Bamian
-soon will be nothing of genuine
-Internet will be our everything
-and the keys in same Valley,
-they feed us the same as prison
-the books are selected (if any)
-the food is made of their recipe
-we are toys, their robots, and zombies"

In my mind, I recite the poem of Hafez:
"Let's take the flower, scatter
-pour wine and fill goblet
-open gate to world's roof
-anew the design, architect"

He talks of Rumi and his advice:
- "First turn to full Kafir
-then become a Muslim…"

This too means:
- "Destroy the shadows of the doubt
-get rid of whatever lived in past
-then bring new life with style…"

I resist when he says:
- "…but todays' are planned
-by groups with faces behind a thick curtain
-they lead the characters and crew…
-directors…
-to run scenes, the stage…
-script is written, edited, corrected…"

"Hey, hey, hey…" I tell him
-with it make him stop:
- "What are you? What am I? "
-I question, hating life, if is such!

He whispers…I read lips but am deaf
-feel in car; drive-in-cinema, screen in front,
-each server is Barbie; wears sexy short skirt

Tuesday, July 25, 2017
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