The Age Of Sitting Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The age of sitting

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

Hardly found a poet
To recite own poems
As well as do readers,
As good as passengers
When sitting in planes
Or shepherds in plains
Watching the animals
Walk…slowly graze…

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

In times I, have listened
To poems, sound great
When reading to myself.

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

Write of time of COVID,
Write of us, what we did,
Write of those with money
Stamped, marked in brain.

Write about the ruthless
Write of those factories
Busy with armaments.

Write of the president
That speaks of soldiers
Going to the border…

Write: "He is foolish and
Wants to fool the others."

Write: "He is a nonsense
That wants us to divert
From facts of our days."

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

Write about vegging out
Sitting in, not walk out
To obey laws, or hide
The fear to face up
The truths of our life.

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

Write about the virus
Living in animals
Not causing any harm
Till we, or, the mankind
Catch them, eat them alive,
Unaware, deaf, blind
To ourselves, who we are!

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

Write about sacrifice,
Write about sharing love,
Write about mother-child.

Write of wars and the fights
And the ones who decide
And the ones who lose life
In trenches, to bombs…

Write my pen,
Write, and be fearless,
Write and write, write again.

Then sit and mourn, cry
Lower head of being
Member to the mankind,
Later, raise voice and shout:
"Am shameless human,
Come COVID, take my life! "