Eschatology Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Eschatology

The thinking about death
Must be rooted in age
With past joys and fears.

Or maybe comes from
The news spread
On COVID of China.

It takes me to window
To stand and blow
Deepest sighs to glow.

Ask of life and its use
And helping and abuse,
And fights for freedom
When ending in the loss,
Shackled, on eyes blinds,
And the hands in cuffs, tied.

The echo of "Life, Life"
Roams around and flies
Till I move, go backward
Discover pains of heart,
Let go of my soul, mind
And then shout:
"Damn you Lord or Allah,
Ancestors, dad and Mom,
Whatever, whoever
Masters in giving life…"

Raise my voice, when alone:
"Hell, Hell, Hell with it all! "

And questions keep coming:
"What is use of mankind? "
"Why to live, what is life? "
"What is this waste of time? "
"Why not be a fruit, animal? "

Then, tired, go drink…
Undress and lie down...