Sad Flute Of Andes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sad flute of Andes

This windbag, old junk-box,
This house of, mad dog, fox
(Radio; morning cocks)

Excites the audience; most cases
Has no heart; is robot
Walks the walk; talks the talk.

Sits for rich; powerful, man of gun
Bigger mouth
Nonsense its music; commercial.

But still; an addict, have it on
Player; in Andes
Sad flute, charango and guitar

Closed Books, school and strike
Life’s on hold
One wonders, what may come.

Learned Mom, my mentor and teacher
What would say (if around)
“Praise God solemnly; kneel, repent”?

Same old-old?