Pandemic Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pandemic

Why is the politics
Dirtiest of beings?

Why most of presidents
Do act as pain in neck?

When can we trust them?
If ever, tell me "When? "

I guess is because they
Are only the servants
To wealthy war mongers
That live far, far better,
Prosper with arms sale…

Killers love the killers
And support each other
By riding fool-soldiers…

Their knowledge comes from
War and war…war, war, war!

Focus on these dummies
Now, stock like donkeys
In mud-pond of COVID!

To them the medicine,
Hospital and caring,
Is not a doctrine…

Navy ships and bombers,
The drones, guns, bullets
Are useful because they
Can add up to their wealth…

Wonder if I should beg
Such blind, and, or, deaf:
"Stop it, for God's sake; "
They rather fan flames
Even now, in these days,
When virus is sickle!