Embarassed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Embarrassed

Though tired, exhausted,
Sit and tear the papers
With a sign or reference
That reveals me, my name.

Then think of my daughter
Sitting by door-frame
Cautiously doing same…

What the hell! ! ! ? ? ?

Advice is everywhere:
"Tear, shred and burn all
Of letters and secrets."

Why should there be fear
Of someone using them
To approach the bank or
An office to show them
For causing problems…?

Why are there calls, emails
To steal and forge them?

Why did die the cultures
Of deep faith and respect
For mankind's children?

Where are we?
What is this?

If this is "Advancement"
I rather backwardness
And being the nomad
In desert or mountains.

Of being modern and
Following such system
I sure am embarrassed
I sure am embarrassed
I sure am embarrassed.