The Third Law Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The third law

I noticed Travis,
Angry and punching.

Went to him smiling,
Said little about him,
Few words on boxing.

Snapped some friendship
And chatted harmlessly…

He was like grenade
With a pulled trigger.

Thought about his divorce
From wife, after years.

Told me of the boys' rights
And the girls' nothingness:
"Hate our faith, religion..."

He talked of pressures
And death of freedom
Of the poor followers:
"I want to go against! "

Like balloon full of air
Harnessed in by thread,
Targeted with needles,
Flew and was aimless!

He feels is respect less
Under loads as camels.

Is tinder, compressed,
Waiting for a match's
Strike to fire in flame!

Takes me back to school,
Physics and the third law:
"Actions face reactions,
Opposite, equivalent! "