A Loser Poem by alireza asgari

How about you dear?
How about a day among deaths
Among people
In someways had died long before
Among the broken glasses
Among the half-live fishes
Among the graves
With a bouquet
For every child
Suffered from the rockets crushed to their paradise of childhood
Suffered from the heat and not pleasing aroma of anger and hatred
Raised from a mad guy
For every woman
Being rapped
By soldiers of darkness
For every man
Who cried for his son
Who watched death
Nearby his child
For me
Broken
Smashed
Mashed
Scorned
Weak
For me
A mendacious
A loser
Who never deserved your love
Your shining expression
Your great kindness
Who deserved
Only a poor Fie!
Shouted at my unknown grave...