The Worst Kind Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The worst kind

With my heart in my palm
Think about the mankind,
Sure, we are the worst kind.

Justis was slain while
Is known as very kind,
To the needy, at times.

And Wendy holds photo,
Calderon's, or her mom's.

"Saw them pulling her nails, "
In tears, sighs, declares…

Assange is in the jail
Of UK, in London …

And Jesse Stewart,
Owner of a large heart,
Sang on roads until died
On the road, Edmonton's.

And I am, as have been
Thinking of Kentucky,
That is where daughter is.

Is she safe? Still lives?
Is injured? Is weeping?

My heart is in my palm,
And mankind on my mind,
We, sure, are the worst kind.

Never, lamb, cat, and dog,
To pig, horse, ant, or cow,
Giraffes, tigers, cheetahs,
To lions, eagles, crows,
To chickens, goats, to mice,
Harm nature, as man does…

Are we not the worst kind?