Cycle And Survival Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cycle and survival

This place, modern shop
Will be oil in no time,
(With a match, a strike)
As once was in oil-wells in deserts
Saudi or Iraq or Iran
(Maybe seas north or south
Like Norway, etcetera)

What is fuss?
“We are men; clever and smart.”

That is all not but joke.
Look at the bear and snake and the frog,
They have ways to survive,
(Hot and cold)
As do beasts and the dogs,
One freezes to ice,
Other one hibernates,
Another changes skin.

We, as men, are the dumb.
We’re naïve and rely
Yet exposed to sparks
Unable to survive
As they do naturally.

I proudly declare:
I am out of circle,
You remain what you are,
I remain what I am.

Out of sight, I claim:
Alcohol with drugs…
They may help me survive;
If not death