Prairie Flower Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Prairie Flower

Walk on toes when at work,
Want to rush and go home.

Mental guest is Beasley,
Gertrude, "999" W. Queen!

Cynthia, on my mind,
Was tortured in Texas.

Kidnapped by Comanches,
Was worsened by Rangers!

Prairie Flower
Is name of her daughter.

I have doubts on details,
Writers were settlers.

Whites say she was a kid,
Now, mother with baby.

Is banned to talk about
Her sons by some Savage.

But mother is mother
A love-filled by nature.

I recall sheep's tears
When her lamb was hit, dead.

Visit the Child, Mother,
Like Balzac's Art-Hunger!

Hear trump in my chest
When reading the pages.

Think of love and Jesus
When preached in churches.

Shameless are these liars
With right talks, wrong actions.