Amy And Fentanyl Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Amy and Fentanyl

Kathy came with tears
On her face two rivers.

She spoke of Amy:
"Died of the Fentanyl! "

Heard of Amy and Kathy,
Being friends, enemies.

Both, for work, did the same,
Both lived in the same place
Both enjoyed free sex...

And I do understand
The women's lifestyle.

In distanced horizons
See scope to question:
"Why and how a woman
Can end up in such hell? "

Being a photographer
Going out, day by day,
Role models are lenses,
Focal point, wide, tele,
ASA with the shutter...

The good sight and angle
Correct light on a subject
And the chosen distance
Make the pictures perfect.

What about these women?
What about these addicts?
What about the homeless?

Can it be the man's greed?
Our ego? Politicians? Politics?
Of us being eight Billion?

Soon will be like Mammoths!