Wilderness Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wilderness

We have had shackles, lynch,
And your chains, also whip!

We can feel your dagger,
Deep in bones and flesh,
Want to kick this bucket!

Has ended our silence,
Call us wild, savages,
Any name, whatever!

Yes, enough is enough,
Being nice made kebab!

Caravans of mules,
Carried load, no fuel!

Can you see Cuba,
To Andes, Venezuela,
Middle East, Palestine,
And Natives to Afghans?

By working in the farms,
We watered with blood,
And you sat in a palace,
Waiting for piece of pie!

Who the hell? You? Royal?
With insults sharp as knife?

Having been victimized,
Feel victims in our hearts!

Kicking bucket, going wild,
Winners are the bad cows!

Want to be wolf and fox,
Came season for manhunt!

We warn you for last time:
"Yes, enough is enough! "