Shot In Car Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shot in car

When bullet penetrates
Burns skin, and flesh,
Even bone is damaged.

Ignored and forgotten
Parts remain, forever,
After pain is lessened.

Not learning is mistake!

Hate news of the day,
They, in me, scavenge
And forage my brain.

The sky shows me when
Came to me, in blood:
"Took them to hospital! "

Asked him to explain
He told me, in detail.

Few cars' passengers,
Families and friends,
Had Joined to celebrate
Wedding of their friends.

Things went bad on return
Drunk, they sang too loud,
That caused this accident.

In absence of the law
Good people had become
Enforcers of their law
To fight the use of gun.

The guard was, possibly
Stepping out of teens…

To serve his people and
To bring comfort, peace,
He was some volunteer.

Stood guard with a gun
Alert and vigilant.

Suddenly mass of cars
Caravanned, drove wild,
So, he called them: "Stop, "
One veered left one to right.

He aimed at one tire
Missed and shot a brain,
Of son poor mother
With child in abdomen!

I could be the person
To be called for judgement.

Father said: "Is too hard! "

Duty and advice on judgement
Have their roots in brain…

I, too, had family,
Knew of the wedding.

For a while was young man
Having come to help mass
Live in peace, harmony…

In me a voice shouted:
"No body is guilty!
Whole show is stupid! "
Mouth was sealed.

They saw me as their boss!

"Devoted Brother…"
To them, learned, perfect!

Openly, I asked them:
"Avoid wrong and excess! "
"I am a nobody…"
"Am some hay on the waves…"

Saying so, insisted:
"I am simple person…"

Remember Proverb:
"Revolutions eat own kids! "

And this was what happened
And went on, long after
Regardless of place, everywhere.

Child eater keeps its job,
It stirs the swamp,
The floor comes on top
And surface climbs down.

Shah had left and police
Were absent in city!

The army's belongings
Went to thieves and babies.

Some abused for own use
Some took them as toys, tools.

A woman was in yard
Busy, washing clothes.

"What if I shoot you now? "
Joked brother-in-law.

With silly talk and words
Woman was in blood
And half of her face gone!

Felt the voice of alarm:
"Stupid, out of mind
Seems to be everyone! "

But I kept my mouth shut.

In city of no laws…
Bullets came, hit, then run!

Having been officer
Had practice, knowledge.

Gun is not a child's toy
Can take life, destroy…

I asked some friends to
Take a ride, go round to
Inform normal people
Of the guns and bullets.

"Tell them to come to me,
We train and grease,
All of this for free,
Can collect or exchange
Excess guns for bullets,
If needed, in reverse! "

People came with respect
At first found it harmless
But time and chemicals
Rapidly changed design
And colour of my job.

It was hard, difficult,
Found myself in charge of
Innocents and their lives.

How I wished that my mouth
Had remained as it was
Sealed and locked, tightly shut.

Now, some of the guns were
In my reach and order…

I prayed, wished: "Get out, "
And at end, I resigned…

On my door, heard a knock
Somebody was outside:
"Not for you was this job."
Poisoned my thoughts, mind!