What Is Next? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What Is Next?



What is next?

Observing powerless and handcuffed breaks heart
It is hard
It is hard
It is hard
Knowing pain of victim inside out is too hard
It is hard
It is hard
It is hard
It is worse when involved in same job.

Different our masters
He and I do same job
Hitting road to drive
I in car, he on bike.

I still in waiting
Saw the chap returning,
He murmured to woman at counter:
'I cannot; my phone died...'
Aborted his mission; I am sure
He will lose his tough job
Forever!

He is poor can't afford better kit
To his pain the master is blind
Golden rule: 'want job done'
The pay comes afterwards!
He cannot
He cannot
He cannot

Observing the failure of colleague
Is too hard
Is too hard
Is too hard
If handcuffed, unable in the dark.

Where are eyes and the hearts?
He is young and is poor; he tries
But he fails for good cause
Will he curse, will he kill? What is next?

Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: social injustice
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