Scalp Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scalp

Knowing of Siavash and Sohrab,
Thunderchild and scalp,
Britain giving gun
To some for killing some,
Makes me feel like day's sun
As well as Moon of nights…

Far above, in skies
I can see deep inside
The forests and jungles
To valleys and mountains.

Sympathise, empathise
With pains of animals
As mermaids in the tides
Or demons called Satan.

Sure, Mani was ours and
Manicheans was ours too
When ruled the Sassanides…

I am not reined by ones who
Insist on "Black, " "White"
See grey in most hearts…

"Peace Lovers, " "In Between."

I never have liked the
Emperors, empires
Nor bullies nor pushers.

But never take side of
Those crying, mourning,
Complaining, whining.

Stand up, fight for rights,
To do so, try hard
And face one of the two ways
Of winning, falling dead
Face and own brave's death
That is worth a "Rain Dance."