Kidnapping A Child Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kidnapping a child

The night was very dark,
The buzzer rang too long,
On my phone, a message
Showed an Amber alert!

Another Dawn Walker,
The kidnapper is a mother.

A mother risking her life
Means to find or unite
With her lost dear child.

These women take me to
That woman, the Bulgar.

Back at home, a lawyer,
Now was an immigrant,
In Toronto, jobless,
Struggled like loners,
And always lost battles.

Diagnosed bipolar,
"Is unfit, " said a judge:
"To care for children! "

The judges and lawyers
Can deprive the mothers
To see their children…

What are such words but sound?
Out of mouths, written, carved?

Who talks of right and wrong?
Who dictates, who decides?

In my veins boils the blood,
As if the wind in high clouds:
"Who is an elder, judge
To decide, set the laws? "

One showed me a blind
With scale, on the wall:
"Law is carved on a rock
Feeling less, with no heart! "