Wild Flames Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wild flames

No more I shall write of
Fallen lambs on roadsides,
If turn wolves with rabies!

I heard them when herded,
Pleaded, pleaded, pleaded!

Shepherds were brutal,
Even worse, those at top!

Remember hit and run?
Remember making fun?
Remember those insults?

What about when you said:
"Will hang you by the balls! "

I recall when heard them,
Complained of hunger,
Of having no shelter.

I saw you, can picture,
As if was yesterday…

Chest forward and head up,
Selfishly you walked tall:
"Why should I care at all? "

Heard them beg, mouths dry,
Their voices weak and soft,
You played own drums…

Saw many girls around,
Among them, you had fun,
Kept drinking red wine…

With power, got drunk!

Many of poor lambs died,
Some fought and stood up,
Turned to wolf with rabies!