Illusion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Illusion

Guess being a Boomer,
Makes me face illusion
About past, present!

Confused I am in
Good and bad,
Worst, and best!

Being child of wartime,
I have seen the cold one,
New lines, governments!

Inside me every cell
Is asking a question
About life,
Health and wealth,
Candle of righteousness!

Who is right for judgement?
The people? Governments?
Uniformed officers?

Never saw Argentine
But feel that I am ball,
For Polo and hit hard.

I compare snow, rain,
The mountain and ocean,
Domestic, wilderness,
Elders with children,
And the races, colors,
Gender of men, women!

What is right?
Which is best?

Do we know the justice?
Should obey law-order?

I am Baby-Boomer,
Confused, inverted!