Racetracks Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Racetracks

My eyes are racetracks
On them dead and attacks!

Apocalypse, once a game
In the books, talks, plays
Is, now, our life and way…

The faces are covered
And meeting is a race
To distance, run away!

We have lost sweet words
"Hug and kiss, " and cuddle!

Did we not, do always
Put blame on others:
"They must change,
Take our faith as perfect
And let peace spread! "

What happened to priests
Pope's agents to go, kill?

What is wrong between us?
Did they not tell us lies?
My eyes are racetracks
Painted with dead, attacks!

On ground a big map:
"We are the believers,
We forgive and forget,
To help, we dedicate! "

But I see chariots
Run, setting a fire…

We stand in the line,
Whenever go to shop,
Around six feet apart,
Then, many who exit
Explain the hoarding!