Under My Skin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Under my skin

I allow you; write and sign
I swear in front of justice, fine…

Pull off my skin dead or alive
Spread it flat on the ground
Read the cells of my flesh, nerves and blood
Separately or piled up…

They will write "Iran"
Doubtlessly somewhere you will find "Canada"

Though I have kept away from politics for long
I do not forgive either one
For the bloodsheds and the crimes
They caused to make me feel ashamed, shy
Neither will I stop loving them for the good cause.

The two beautiful lands in their ways
Have always had the same problem
That has been the people on them
See the holders of power chain
Those deciding for the lands
And the innocent people
Those running the systems
Enforcing something called "The laws".

One is; only one
The relations between Canada and Iran
From very past years until now…

It reminds me of a pebble thrown in the ‘Chah'
By a single crazy, and hundred wise trying to find the lost.

Their actions may fall in a paraphrase:
'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer'
But Iran has possibly been neither
To Canada
Though she is a fact on the world map and smart
Shall never be blind
To Iran's ‘Jahan'
A world full of historical cultures to learn from.