Caro Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Caro

Is Sunday, is weekend
And free is brain,
Goes around to drain.

Mind flies in the time
Eagle-like, free falls.

And looks at Atlantic
Wants to be in between
Scotland, Prairies.

Intends to compare the
Lives, Lords of British.

In times it thinks about
British India.

Is in Eighteen-Twelve
And lot is going on,
Puts poets on the scale,
Carefully reads, compares.

Kipling is shrub,
Is a child to become
A poet, criminal,
That kills for motherland,
Super-Race, England…

And Byron is young man
A soulmate for romance.

His bed calls for women
With rings and married-not!

He faces Caroline
For short calls her "Caro."

While blood fills rivers
Of prairies, with guns of
British kings, Queens:
"Get, train or kill beasts! "