Invisible Tear Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hey stop; no more talk
You are wrong; have no right
Unaware cannot judge

Yes I know; she has teamed with bad guys
They ride bike and snatch your purse and your necklace
You call them names such as ‘thieve and/or hooligans’

Now let’s sit; you and I
I tell you who they are
I’m working with such guys
They stole my love-life
Like a road I’m flat
On my corpse they can walk
Let them dance; let them drink
Let them fall and make love

FCJ’s where I work
Also in YMCA

What are they?
Where are they?

I see you; your question
Be patient.
We deal with such people
I’m ready if you are
They’re working night and day
They’re abused; enslaved
They’re mule and horses
Carry load and give ride
There’s no food and no love

You’re free to repeat
You can do what you’ve done
Mark me as one of them, ‘hooligan’
What you want and expect is them come, kiss your ass.
No dear; we’ve made them what they are; we deserve what we get.