Sky Kids Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sky kids

Clouds are like the kids
In sky, of COVID.

They want to play but
Order is: "No, do not."

Broken and saddened
Are, all such children.

Now, being senior
Am a sort of expert.

Can assume tomorrow
When, little, is grown.

Foresee the trace of
The virus infection
On bodies and brains
And social relations…

These clouds, if do rain,
Send arrows and daggers
For adding to the pain
Of wounded and injured!

Look at those evil eyes
And blood in the mouths
They promise crimes.

Tell doctors and teachers:
"Get ready, prepare
To plant love, kindness,
For killing this flame."

The worst are faiths' leaders
Since each, and all of them
Regardless of the names
Use shrines and churches
With the gods and Jesus
Or Allah, God, others
To run own business.