Multitasking Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Multitasking

Feel like the hero of
Trickster and her son.

A young boy, a Native
Born into poverty
Grows with narcotics
And at end, through cult,
Recovers, turns normal.

Fill the air Classics,
With best songs of Iran,
"Dewdrops" keep dancing
In silver rays, morning,
By poet, "Wilds, Myra, "
Half-slave "Viola, "
In such mix, I Swim.

See the bear, fireflies
Of Jared and Sarah,
They flap many wings
On their backs fly me
To City of Peter…

There, I am Unaware
Of Russian life system
Made her cry, I confess!

Some poets like myself
Are nothing but rotten
In ancient, old swamp
Of caring for mankind.

See allies, Britain's
Celebrate VJ-Day
Shame on governments,
Like ours and USA
That put Japs, in the jails.

Charobamba, Bolivia
Watch many Jews arrive,
Refugees, Immigrants.

Wish was not a poet
Or could be, unconcerned
But Can I? No, never!

Think about the singer,
To fearing religious
Underwent a name change!

He was young and people
Respected the mullahs':
"Music, dance and songs
Are against faith, Islam."

The same had happened to
The "Unknown, " an Afghan.

Multitask rakes my mind,
Guess will end in madhouse.

And to her, Russian girl,
"Forty" was "Best Birthday, "
Why did I break heart?

Sought pardon when I learned,
But still, feel guilty, till today.

Full of shame is today!
Why should some celebrate?

Confused Japanese,
Surrendered and gave up
After saw apocalypse
Of Western atom-bomb
Killing, melt many tons
Of flesh, fat of eyes!

Shame be on any boot
Set at soldiers' graves,
And the songs of Iran
And the books in front
And greed of Trumps
See them eat my brain!