I Am Fooled Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I am fooled

He sits on the hilltop
Barefoot and with a bow
And vibrates strings…

He plays nonstop,
His cello, like guitar.

I stare at his bow
Torturing in solo…

His nails and fingers
Interrogate his victims.

I picture Prairies,
Focus on youths' skin.

See Sundance, sacrifice,
Warriors keep dancing!

See joy in listening,
Being fooled, clapping!

Only fool knows the right
Yet, accepts falsified!

He recorded at home,
Pretends: "Mountaintop! "

Is showing snow, ice
Behind him, mountaintops.

Alone in my madhouse
Do accept, am relaxed
In depths of foolishness.

I know am being fooled
By great trickster
Yet give up, surrender.

The joy of being fool
Is beyond my wisdom.