Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 82,605 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Dispatch - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


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

Comments about Dispatch by Nassy Fesharaki

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 19, 2015

[Report Error]