Today In Canada Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Today in Canada

With two deaths the ‘topic'
I envy; feel sorry
Deep inside, I'm worried

Had I been the soldier to guard a Monument
Then a rain of bullets race through body, head
I would fall in blood; declared "Dead"
I would be a hero; flowers in bouquets;
(Roses; Red-all colors)
And flag in half-mast

But also I want to shed tear and cry
For the man with the gun

I'm father and can feel displaced; home-ridden
Home's stove full-fired; divided are parents
The smoke in chimney keeps rising-scatter
Children are smoked; Chinese fish or the duck

Other pain is social with people singled out
Yoghurt cup is small, bridge is broken and
We are on two sides
Everyone is a horse, stabled with some hay
Cold feelings, ‘Love' is dead, overall.

Grown in Canada; dreamt in Libya
When alone, must've called; no reply
Saviors fog; Man, Jesus and Allah
Pleaded to drugs and both moaned
Kill, be-killed; Meaningless
What the hell's ‘Dead-Alive'?

Sad day in Canada
We're worried and mourning.