Afshin
His news was simple
As was he.
On snow small bird
Walks silent!
Friend said:
"He was found dead in bed! "
He was young and proud
Left uncle, had his job
To earn his expenses
Live a work-and-eat-life
Yet free as if wind
And away from the
Tough words of millionaire
(His uncle!)
What was he? Immigrant?
Victim of imposed war; displaced?
Black sheep, sacrifice?
What the hell is this life?
He couldn't, I cannot
Verify and define!
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good epitaph for Afshin, Nassy