Out Of Print Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Out of print

Not just words,
She throws the bullets out of mouth:
'Descant's over; it is out.'

She cries
Half and four in decades
Gave her life and worked there.

At the end is bankrupt
The same is with research of Reza
Our Whitehouse closed eyes.

These leaders are not ours
We are not murders with greed
Corrupts are in power; and they lead.

They know how to end up in Iraq.
‘Kill, take life'
They are shame with their hearts.

They're shamans; tricksters with magic.
They drink our blood as does leech.
They remind wrong preach of priest.

These slaves of slaves in the ditch
De-plugged what is rich
(Enlightenment and research that shined, lit)