Mutilate Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mutilate me

Daily I read poems
-One, if not more than ten
-mostly of USA
-honestly, am tired
-of them and their system
-racism, selfishness
-as has been Yankee-way
-too small feels Hitler
-worst part is their claim:
-"We are kind, why hated? "

Want scoop; knife, dagger
-have to put early end
-to life of eyes in head
-and ears, heart, brain
-as well as my tongue to
-end my life, stop pain!

Am tired
Am tired
Am tired

These poets live in shells
-of joy and pleasure
-may lack wine and liquor
-when they feel, complain:
-"My daughter's boyfriend
-man on road, my husband
-harassed me and then raped."

If not so they miss arms
-of woman, or bed-ride
-or end at counter; bar

Open eyes Americans
-people die with your guns
-and your bombs and drones
-and the gold you compile
-open eye see White House!
-hate is seed and is sowed
-by you and your plough…