A Talk With Future Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A talk with future

‘This timers' talk to you,
To give you a clue
So please be patient
Keep silent…be open.

My words sound strange
But time too has its rights
First learn and then do judge.

Years ago the people made funnels
Used their hands at start; then metal
To add to their loudness and raise voice
Long after that was called: "Speaker".
Now things are different…

Dumb we are, unaware
Arrogant with claims.

Therefore you
You; You; You

All of you in Today's; tomorrows'
Listen well;
You will once sit and talk
You will be mass of shit
Opening book of time
Screen on your wrist
Or the lens in iris.

You skim the writings
Keep silent, do not judge:
"This is what Nassy meant! "

In my case; No, no, no…
You never, won't ever
Know unless see well my surroundings.
By then I, will be gone
Part of earth, part of mom
Won't see you, your comments
Eyes will be parts of dust; particles.
So please be conscious…