Unable Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Unable

Friday
The weekend for Muslims
No class, means at home
Media are like bugs
All around

And news:
Line for food in “ISIS”
Women in uniform “Syria”
Bam’s life is misery “South Iran”

They curse me and my mind.

Crazy; I want out.

Then comes he
The old man, Sheikh Saadi
“Shame on you, how can you? ”
Icicle his poem, falls, in penetrates.

“Then, please tie me down.”
I raise palms to ears
Holding head
On the sides

“Why the hell was I born?
Why like this, and caring?
Why so long, so learning? ”

Long breathe…then again:

“Either mind with good heart
And power to help, give
Or dumbness, foolishness
Like I see in leaders…
God, please”

I shout, sit
As I did in the cell
Unable…