Nassy Fesharaki

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Trench 143 - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trench 143

You lovers, admirers
Of Ronald; the Reagan
You the fooled

You, the so called, my friends
Go open, screen
YouTube; and Trench
And observe 1-4-3

A mother, son in war
His absence; her carpet
And after fifteen years
Their unite; bones return

You the fools, and Reagan
The dummies; and bastard.

Topic(s) of this poem: mother

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 23, 2015

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