Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 68,191 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Dispatch - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dispatch

He was a dispatcher
And I, an officer…
Both were on duty.

Being night, less flights
We spoke our hearts out
He told me: “am addict.”

I was too angry…
Felt Jesus; prophet
Sat giving him advice.

It was then that I saw
Oppressed; unequal
Can become criminal.

“My pay is…” he said and
“My rent is…” he went on
“Mom is old, have sister…”

At the end: “take drug to forget.”
What could I, do or say?

Topic(s) of this poem: opinion


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 19, 2015


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