Overdose Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Overdose

I sit deep in sofa,
Look at nails on the wall
(Pinocchio in firm hug.)

Raise my hand in the air
Look at palm and fingers.

Wonder what colors are,
Red? Or pink? Or brown?

React, first with smile
Then laugh, laugh
Very loud…

Sky-less is room's world
Thanks to the damn virus
That reveals our true
Feelings, and behaviours.

Sky is behind bars
And the dirty thick walls,
Badly need to see her
Look through the square
Of the window frame.

Her smile is pure,
Pale blue, and glued
As was my dead patient's
That I thought was asleep.

I stare since love her
Recall: "Was brighter
And mother to stars,
In every single night."

Picture the lovely days
That she was soft, fresh
And I walked in garden
To touch buds, flowers
And play childish games,
She allowed and observed…

Then, on roads saw people,
Parents with children
Heading to meet teachers
In schools, classes…

Wish it was late at night,
Would listen to podcasts,
Which are well-prepared
Gentler and solemn…

The newsman, anchor
Reports the hot message
Of blood and darkness,
Reveals how dangerous
Are the so-called leaders.

Trump, this murderer
Of people everywhere
Including US
Laughs: "It is of China."

COVID opened his safe
Filled with lies and bluffs!
So, he wants to save face,
Endangers world's peoples.

He, again wears same cap,
His index to guns, tanks:
"Fabricate excuse,
Force is best tool to use…"

He intends to divert
The people's attention
From his own mistakes!

"Venezuela has drugs…
And Iran wants us out…
And China acted bad…"

This shameless tumour
Has no heart, no brain,
Enjoys fooling others.