Shakeil Died Too Early Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shakeil died too early

The papers, Internet, radios and TVs
All ugly, dishonest and in show
They write; talk
It’s their job “Shakeil died”

Superficial with finger
They steer water with, the oil leak
(Attractive, colorful, meaningless)

No one sees into depth
What is oil; and water?

Jamaican; boy was eight
In States his mother, as a maid
Father in Canada, Brampton
Laborer

Little boy
Back at home
Lived with his Grandma

Dad worked hard
Brought son
How could he mean to kill?

Look my friends, into depth
There’s something, or there are
Problems; poverty, training, faithfulness
Son stole, it was shame

The why, how is question
No one sees, no one writes

Media, money game