Trc Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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Imagine your hands tied
By glue or a rope or the law
Comes hunter, takes your child
Picking him; lifting her like a lamb
Sharpens knife…

Imagine you are lamb
Still time to suckle
Are removed
“Go graze”

Imagine united…if ever…
And if not?

Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: racism
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