Insomnia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Insomnia

In the midst of the night
Two, three to four, five
Wide awake are mind's eyes.

I ride on voices that
Mother called: "The dogs' box."

Of course meant radio
To her it was "Haram"
Islamic illegal.

Easily I land in Germany
From there to Ghana, Africa.

Then London takes me to
Kumari, India and Nepal.

Abusing the young girls
Or respect living god?

And I think about film
Soundtrack, story, to edit
And of course screens.

Our world in few hands
Find it all dirty and …
Feel choked, killed by money
The bad side, ‘lack of it'!

Comes to mind the email
A meeting has been set
With doctors, by lawyer.

And think of the vultures
And the fight for corpses
They ignore how is dead
They look for the flesh! ! !