Kill Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kill me

Imagine day and night
-dreaming, clear as daylight
-seeing man driving rented car,
-not on road, on sidewalk,
-pedestrians falling in red blood;
-some injured, many die…

Daydream of young man
- (now, useless, behind bars)
-constantly lie and shout:
- "I am armed…"

He wanted and meant to
-be shot in head or heart!

A simple intention
-but very difficult,
-paradox…

Was tired of this life! ! !

Many are like Alek;
-man, who said:
- "I am armed! "
-was willing to be shot.

Arrested he has been!
Accused he has been!
Convicted was and is!
But fact is fog in sun!

Why many want to die?
Depression? Oppression?
Love-less-ness?
Hope-less-ness?

Why?
Why?
Why?

Where the hell is reply?