Menace Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Menace

I, the child of mountains
Drank, Jack Daniel
As drunk, I can say:
"F…you, the ministers
F…you, the governments! "

All of you are B. S.
All of you are B. S.
All of you are B. S.

You have taken away
The love for human
To replace, instead
With a worthless nonsense:
"Daily life…. carrier…."

All of you are B. S.
All of you are B. S.
All of you are B. S.

Dislike you, if not hate
Those inside palaces,
Kremlin's, Washington's
To Riyadh's and London's,
Anything's…or else where's!

All of you are B. S.
All of you are B. S.
All of you are B. S.

Would love, regardless
If mammal, human…
Or rivers by mountains
Or trees, flowers…

Would of course, love you, if
You were not politician!
That makes you some B. S.
Since
It is sick, virus
Corona's or other's…