Becoming Pork Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Becoming Pork



Becoming pork

I recall the advice:
``Tummy, not graveyard for the poor animals. ``
Dad told me and bless on his soul.

Now news as I read is funny, even dumb:
She faces maximum of six months; as jail time,
And paying, six thousands.

This is for giving some water to
Poor encaged animals
Heading for end of life…

Friday, August 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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