Sugarman Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sugarman



Sugar-man; you and I must sit talk.
You tell me of the best and which one
Present and the fame on stage
Or the past and absence, in brains
Which is best?

You, Moses and Jesus, Mohammad, Confucius
You must know which is best.

In you, the face and the skin form a map
Your movement and steps make me sad

I wish you had remained as unknown as am I
In the eyes and the talks but buried in the hearts

Your song went, prophet, messenger
And you in big city; an unknown

You were words and the sound; and secrets
In the hearts and the minds; deciphered.

Now here, on stage, you are toy
No longer a virgin, you are raped

New words come of fame as actors
Hollywood full of lies, pretend.

I want you as you were, words, vision
As if God, Jehovah or Allah

Tell me now, am I wrong?
Were you or, are you best?

Friday, April 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: psychological
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