The Looks Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The looks

I see you, cell in hand
Same as rest around you,
Aiming at…

I ignore incident
And the scene of nature
That got you attracted …

Look at you
One by one!

My eyes turn camera;
Try to read your minds…

Become vase
Or an urn…

Am puzzled
Have questions…

Where are we?
What happened?

Track back to childhood,
I observe while am kid
See mature in action…

Have many examples;
As soon as they saw an
Incident that happened
Or something that mattered
They said, walked to be help
Not just some observers…

What went wrong?
What happened?

What are we? Human?
Feel I have the answer:
"The movies and TV
Are opium, poison! ! ! "