Old Boys' Club Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Old Boys' Club



Old boys’ club

Bitterest, doubtlessly comes of our sweetest
Imagine loss of the sweet love, to unknown,
Imagine ‘Being wrong’ by kind of passers-by.
After long, bitterly, you feel dumb…

One can see in meetings of organs
Bitter are; and killer, but the fact
Galleries, museums, NGOs
Always as Old Boys’ Clubs.

Sunday, May 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: society
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