Filing A Case Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Filing a case

Though I don't believe in
-our courts and our justice
-to be right and honest
-I want to raise a case
-against thief, burglar
-who stole peace, comfort
-of my peaceful Autumn…

No, cannot rest, relax!

At first was an angel
-perfect and selected
-Lucifer's reincarnate …

Then became the Satan
-disobeyed the mother
-chose to die in colours!

And later, this great
-beauty's perfection
-became a hell's angel
-to steal mind and chest
-in them my treasures
-of faith and my conscious.

Have no way but to raise
-case against gangster.

Cannot find a match for
-Maple Leaf in Autumn
-full of shades of colours.

It is thief and bandit and robber
-of the mind and conscious.

I follow the Koran;
-Jewish books and Bible
-read of God at start
-and his hopes in just one,
-which turned back to master
-and become Satan as First Sinner…