Patrick Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Patrick

Name given was Patrick
-that is whom went to see.

Knocked the door to face a
-surprising lady.

She wanted door closed and me gone
-as always, everywhere, I smiled.

A smile and softness
-can bring the changes.

Her name was Mary and
-missed many teeth, bad gum.

"He is my brother! "
"Not at home; you can wait! "

Soon I was aware of
-what went on in that house.

Another family rich of pains
- (with today's way of life.)

Children, till late age, are guests to
-elderly, retired, unable
-kind parents.

I asked her to call him
- "Is it worth for waiting? "
-so, she did; and reply:
- "I am at the red light…"

Mother came in a robe:
- "Give this man what he wants."

Threatened to handle the bad son…

Still there, saw him come
-bearded with head down
-like the dogs when at fault.

A book was my head and
-stories on pages
-I turned them one by one.

Many of the parents
-like Hussein's
- (whom I met in Iran,
-and always think about…)
-have called the governments
-police or hospitals:
- "Our child is cause of harm…"

And many keep silent
-live with pain and observe
-the hellish life around…

"It was so different! "
-Parents say of their times.

I think of the Mammoths
-once the kings of the world
-as well as dinosaurs,
- (now, only in toy form)
-all are gone, and vanished.

I pray and cross all fingers
- "Can we too…? "

Look at the fires and
-all other disasters
-and abuse of power
-and bullies that bother,
-and bullets, gun-makers
-to kill and destroy…

See walls rise
-hear it advertised…

Hope the time has arrived
-for an end to mankind.
-Hope we will be the distinct,
-long before the nature!