Aurora Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aurora

I want to be tree
Hate deathbed for dying.

Do not bow; no hand-kiss
Unless those that I think
Are great and worthy
Not wealthy with money
Neither those who indeed
Stink with the filthy politics.

Don't want to fall, break
Until stops breath;
Then will be dead tree.

Am rough and always curse
Those with wish and pray:
"Hope you live many years! "

Time has come to depart
So, look for a way out
To get rid of this life,
Which is like animals'
If not less, the reptile's!

Life, to me, has meaning
Means helping, achieving.

Better dead if in some maze
Round and round, no success!

Time has come to depart
So, look for a way out.

Intend to oppose, fight
By leading coup d'état
Against rotten swamp
That handcuffs Aurora.

Aim is Dawn in my palm
For it I saddle run;
Failure means: "Suicide! "