Leprosy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Leprosy

I recall when was child,
Half of ten, around five.

Had few lambs and goats
(A tiny young shepherd!)

I could roam in plains
At the foot of mountains.

Wool and hair and mohair
Were valued for shepherds.

Leprosy was a curse
If it was in your herd.

Now, today, in this world,
Toronto, of the globe,
Is where I can call home.

Season says: "It is March, "
Spring, "Canada's."

Went out to see friend
Sit in car, go away.

Was chilli and no one
Was alive, nor around!

I think of the goats, then,
Kept, tightly in some pen
When sick with leprosy,
To defend, save others!

COVID is leprosy
So, laws are strict.

Curfew says we can't
See others, socialise.

"Keep distant; it is must, "
We are told and advised.