To Bernie Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To Bernie

Must hate her
-not for race, nor gender
-not for shape, nor her age
-for being the system
-in system a pivot.

"Be happy…"
-she smiles to patient
- "…to have roof on your head."

She is a binge watcher
-of TV narrations
-and is fool, unaware
-that every character, is
-chewed, then vomited.

Hey Bernie, hey poor girl
-open you; slave of
-Nine to five, the sunless.

You work with cabinets
-of files and folders…
-caring-less for the names
-being men or women
-with love, hate, desires.

You just see the given
-few dots and pictures…

You are a machine with
-winding hand for running
-whatever can decrease
-the work of your masters…

You, the tool for adding
- "Bureaucracy, Autocracy"
-don't smile advising:
- "Be thankful for the roof."

What is killed, and you helped
-is peace in liberty with conscious.