The Recipe Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Recipe

See these words like water
In a bucket, on a hot desert day.

You who were in Tehran
In nineteen-seventy-nine,
Not idle, but involved,
Take some sips and recall.

I, Air-Force-captain,
Was a student in Tehran.

Studied electronics
In the College of Technics,
Of the oldest University.

"United, fight, will win, "
Students said, running
From campus to the street.

Laws forbade the police
To enter the schools.

We were caught and hunted
At the gates and elsewhere!

Even now, I can feel
The pain of slapping!

Camouflaged, a sergeant
Was hiding by the gate,
Slapping tore my earlobe
With his big golden ring.

The foreigners, our masters,
Mainly from the USA,
Packed, were gone, to be safe,
The chasm must be filled,
With ourselves; way too big!

I replaced the teachers,
Taught the Air Force cadets.