Strange Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Strange



Strange

In fight are the
Iris, cornea and eyelids
Some dying for sleep
Rest awake resisting…
-what happened?

They question
Seek answer
-fact is killed
-is buried
-is trashed
-treasured

I collapse
Lost, Lost, Lost

Why do some kill, murder?

Officials; teamed, single!
Some kill in serial
Or torture with pride!

Che becomes example
He is child of actions of parents
-his cells feel ignorance
-sees foremen of miners
-and island with patients
-and US bombarding

He becomes what he did
-same went to Bin Laden
-the youths called Taliban
-and makers of ISIS…

In fight are the
Iris, cornea and eyelids
Some dying for sleep
Rest awake resisting…

I collapse
Lost, Lost, Lost

Monday, February 6, 2017
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