Of Not Said Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of not said

Iranian by my birth
My heart is everywhere.

In times Sun comes first
And, in times Moon
Both are there.

Born in midst of mountains
I was raised as eagles of the heights
Saw on land hardworking men, women
As lovers flirting with mother, Mother Earth
Lust in times, and fear other times!

I was and still am intertwined with Iran
She rented the two rooms; mind and heart
And sheltered in my veins, to nerves, thoughts.

So reading him being in Coma!
"He? " Moved me very hard!

I know him…a mullah,
They were five,
United they founded a party, "Islamic Republic"
Their most known "Beheshti"
And rest were:
Rafsanjani, Bahonar, Khamenei Ardebili!

They came to use our mosque
I opposed and fought them horn in horn
"How can you? " asked dogmas:
"They are paid by Imam; for expense."
(Forty percent)
I stood against him, the Imam:
"If so he steals it from us, the people! ! !
Party is not nation!
Shall not get anything from the Beit-ol-Mal! "

I have been on the run;
Still with single shirt; pay the price:
"I am right and resist."
What about Five-Devils? Two are killed and the two remaining visited the dying.