Red Flower Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Red Flower

Clouds are on the run;
Behind them, messy dust.

Under rain, in a corner,
Sits the red flower.

Almost leans against walls;
By itself, Motionless...

It speaks, though silent:
"Here was the stage! "

"With white van, driver
Meant to kill; mostly girls."

Police hacked CPU, discovered
YouTube and emails showed secrets:
"He is the victim of Internet."

"Was passive insider and loner,
With only one friend; Computer! "

His school and teachers
Not father, nor mother;
Neither were the neighbors!

His master in distance, silhouette,
Closed were his drapes to people!

He was shy; in himself
Could not find partner…

Therefore, he hated girls.

His cure, the judge says:
"Is life in prison…"

I oppose to judgment; stand firm:
"Problem as I see
Is the way that we live,
Internet on cellphone and at home."