Stage Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stage

See curtain
Know the show
The stage leads to cave
Rest assure; the darkest
Tuesday…
Tuesday…
Tuesday…
The eight of November.

The play is comic
And dirty and rotten
Be ready for the laugh.

Regardless! ! !

Two oxen in two yokes
Heading for the same pen
They are pigs in their heads.

Has been so all the time
Everywhere, political
The gain come thanks to lies.

I see the large rocks and stones
Ollantaytambo, Bisotoon, Kermanshah,
And in caves I read the snow white…
With words of Shakespeare, Mahatmas
And Pushkin, Gilgamesh and Pharaohs,
Herodotus…and era of the Moors with their laws.

Hey Rumi
I know the similar
Of Hijaz, and Roma, Persia
And "the fish, rots with head! "

Some pray for Donald
Some do so for other
I said it long ago:
"Both of them are same shit! "
Passengers need seat-belts! ! !