Carve Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Carve

Doubtlessly, all of us
-in a way and sometimes
-have taken something sharp
-in jungle, park or town
-when next to tree-trunk
-carved a name, letter, heart.

Forced to live in a swamp
-with my heart left behind
-far away from land
-that gave me birth and life
-I feel like worms, frogs.

Most birds sing, chirp and jump
-freely; they have fun
-and fly, feeling the liberty
-my being is black and has none!

Around me the odors
-of the pee and rotten;
-torn by fangs are corpses
-for power, name and wealth;
-stinky are leaders with stench!

And I carve my name on
-the tree in swamp…

A poet?
Dream on!

Literature?

When looking in the mirror
-see me as "Stand Up! "
-jokers are full of pain!