The Bomber And Opium Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The bomber and opium

How I wish I could be
A something, somebody
Well-defined, like a bridge.

But am not, I am like air,
Deep in a sea, am current,
Or maybe, I am an iceberg
In the plain, hills, mountains!

What is this shapeless shape?
Am I smug, a cloud, or a fire?

Possibly am Carbon monoxide,
Or maybe sizzling marshmallow!

How I wish that I was
In fashion, wanted Vouge,
And asked for chocolate
To take it with old wine!

My head is a container
And filled with the liquid,
Evidence of Higgs boson!

I feel that Eureka
And the God Particle!

Though nowhere,
I see me
Floating everywhere.

I walk with the engineer
Of the stealth bomber!

His son, my classmate
Stood up, defended
A camel driver.

That was me,
And remember, I will.

Reading books on women
I recall what she said:
"Pain of being a woman! "

In schools, church-fathers
Raped slaves, First Nations
Child workers, poor farmers,
Shipped British Orphans!

"Power bears corruption, "
Was said by Lord Acton:
"Absolute, absolutely! "

Feel phoenix, ash, and flame
In the wind, flake, and rain!

How I wish I were you
With life to fit in a room.

My wishes and dreams
In a bottle, tightly sealed.

But am not, cannot be,
Had opium, survive it!

With my feet on the seabed,
Raise my head to the heavens!

In times, love to escape
But I am tied and nailed
Metal noose grabs neck!

My need is not bread
Neither shirt nor jacket!

I love you and the others,
Regardless of your age,
Your genders, and cultures.

I care for the mammals,
To the worms, ants, snakes,
And all the creatures
On this Earth, in the oceans.