Lost Soul Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lost soul

You too upload your mind
As the flames in the cage
Jordanian pilot of ISIS.

You are a woman when facing orthodox Jews
They, behave like Nazis, wear black boots
And are a Jew when talking of Israel.

You, alone amongst the enemies
You Poor Thing

Writing of the boots I recall Daddy
Sylvia Plath, filled with waves
Seas’ unstable cork, crazy

And on the walls, posters and graffiti’s
Message of imprisonment, wilderness

You too hang your brain
As machos did in gallows
And popes did with rebels

Hear what said Iqbal:
Repent of a young is prophetic
Every old is repentant.