Laurier Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Laurier

Drove to Kitchener
-visited Laurier
- (as if a shit pile!)

In frames look great
-same is on Internet
-inside works, toilets.

Well-framed are photos,
-artifact, shit, exposed
-intending messages:
- "We are this, "
- "We are that."
- "We do this, "
- "We do that."

What they say is nonsense
-cheap word is a bull-shit!

Wrote to them and applied
-surprised, never got a reply;
-neither in person nor
-an email; nor .

Their Mary goes around
-as if are occupied…
-but nothing takes place
-except what steel-pipes
-and the bowls of metal
-want from bureaucrats…

Their brains are rigid
-as desert sand can be, stupid;
-and is found in skull of the dead…

Their words when speaking
-are as are wind, breeze
-nothing to transmit.
-They never can hear
-so, never they receive.

Therefore, those devoted
-must skip disaster of this hell!
-Keep away and distance
-from the Laurier…

The building is ancient
-construction great
-but it lacks heart, brain.

This, I did encounter
-as firsthand experience
-of what I loved at first
-and found it: "Strange! "