Ping To Dung Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ping to Dung

I start with "Welcome"
To those in America.

Yes, for years and ages
We've had it and suffered
The one man knowing all
And others, none-small.

And those who criticise
Deserving jail and walls
And if not, curse, insults.

Welcome to feeling pain
Of one with the knowledge
And others being dumb,
Not worthy to trust…

You, sisters, brothers
Were told to be scared
Of the world, Soviets
And all of communists;
"The same is socialist."

This is how you became
Inward and domestic!

I recall girlfriend
Judy, who has place
In my heart and brain
For ever and ever…

She knew nothing of
Me and my background
Except for being the
Nearest to Russia…

To her I, was brave
To leave and run away
To land in America…

Soon, she was an expert.

Respecting her father
Spoke of her knowledge;
(He, who was follower
Of, mainly McCarthy
Communists' enemy…)

With it she, faced demise
Of love and most of rights.

"No, No, No…
You are wrong! "

Yes, poor is the nation
That is kept in darkness
Because of dictators!

We knew it for long
With it looked at metal-
Lady of New York
Giving her our praise!

Admired Liberty
And word of Freedom
(Paradise was UN…)

But today when the dung
Has followed the Ping Pong
We observe, you deserve
Donald Trump; as president.

He, of course is great;
Only as dictator…

He works to demonise
Those who talk, ask to rise
Against the single mind
And go to harmonise
Each, every idea…

My friends in US
Welcome your dictator
(Whose lovers are devils…)