The Climate Of A Roof Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The climate of a roof

I was a child, remember,
Mattress and the nights
In the heat of summer,
On the roofs and in open.

In the dark the mothers,
Checked on their children
To be sure are covered.

One of the nights a mother
Hosted her son and daughter,
Each married to a partner.

She passes by the son,
Partners are apart,
She murmurs:
"Get close, hug him tight."

When passing by the daughter
Finds the couple in a tight hug,
She murmured to the lovers:
"Let her breathe, separate! "

The son's wife says later:
"One roof and two climates! "

The same is with mullahs,
The murderers are brutal.

Who kidnapped the innocent?
Who made the chain of cells?
What about Guantanamo?

What about Trump likes?
Politicians, presidents?
CIA? Senators? Joe Biden?
What about the homeless?
And what of the hunger?
And the poor world around?

Is it not very same, ring a bell?