Crown Of Thorn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Crown of Thorn

I heard of a Kannas
-when collapsed; in a bazaar.

Urgently came people
-trying to help there
-with varied recipes.

One rushed and grabbed pulse.
One worked on chest and heart.
One breathed, mouth to mouth.

Many were onlookers
-who faced God and prayed.

An old man came close
-looked at him and advised:
- "Bring some defecate
-and put it at his nose! "

The eyes rolled and fell jaws:
- "Isn't this mean advice? "

"I know him…" he answered
- "…he deals in the excretes.
-He knows of that stench;
-not the herbs, flowers! "

Polite and diplomat
-opened safe of the facts.

He built nice proverb
-in the shortest phrase.

"A thorn is a thorn if
-even at a high place…"

We must have the eyes to
-see the kings' recordings
-and lectures with rulings;
-podiums, jails and "Fakes"
-with the "Walls" and "Hotels."