Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 74,583 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

After Death - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After death

The kid who came ashore in Turkey
Was cursing:
“You bastards; you lairs…”
And went on…
He had wings, like angels
In sky was a piece of cloud in the light of the sun
Pink, golden, of sunset:
“You bombed us, we escaped, died on way…”
Then cried some drops, fell pearl-like:
“You spoke, some shouted, on the roads, in senates…”
The boy went with the wind, became wake…
Thin, curly, very long, like plane’s:
“You repeat the same thing; you kill kids
In their beds; hospital…
They are dead, no photo reporter
Media and you, dumb, you are deaf.”
Then he went as go sun, and daylight.
Voice remained:
“Your tear, crocodile’s…is worthless.”
The tone was obvious:
“For a while; after death.”

Topic(s) of this poem: politics

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2016

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