Strawberry Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Strawberry



Strawberry

Cold it is as if pole
Strong in our souls
We stand without hole
In our firm, concrete
Thoughts and goals

For your sake
For your rights
Dignity and plight

We stand holding sign.
The words read:
"Not idle! " anymore
No, no more lost sister...
Sorrow's mist turns tear.

Saturday, February 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance
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