Virtual Poetry Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Virtual poetry

As is with everyday
Began day with poem,
The words marched on highway
Of pageant; beauty
Attractive every part
Head to thigh
And so on.

Each had own history
Background
Etymology
Synonyms
Antonyms
Well-handled history of design
Well-trained, well-built up
On diet of the junks.

A stage for movies
Great but CGI!
I call it virtual…

Empty of feeling
No blood in no vein and no nerve
Tasteless; no flavour
No cargo of message
No taste or usage as medical
Just frame, external.

But for eyes
A bag of nudity
Sexual
Yet just game
And on line.

That was all!

What will be?
What remains if arrive ISIS-likes, Taliban?
On their backs the bags of IED
Destroy our twin energies
Take away our power?