Politics Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Politics

The roadsides to trees
- and grass, down-uphill
-to the yards and on walls
-signs, signs, signs
-and signs, signs
-to vote for…

Mayor to Councillor, Trustee!

Do they mean to help me?
Is it for good of the…?

I spend time and think
-mostly when am lonely
-and keep on questioning:
- "Why so and what is this? "

In times, when negative,
-dystopic and hellish,
-see it, all, as being
- "Dirty game; politics! "

Feel bad for those like me
-who run in stampede;
-are crushed to have been
-nothing but "Red Carpet! "
-and for show "The Stage"
-and for girls, beauties
-and pageants, a "Runway! "

Wish had been and remain
-a Sufi…against world
-of money and power
-or a panhandler
-and homeless on the roads.

But free…
-even if arrested, put in chain
-as "Madman, Brainless! "