Chick - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
I am chick
Look at me
The chicken out of egg
Not of yours, you dummy
Of the hen hatched in machine.
Do you recall your childhood you cried:
Mommy, dad, “I want chick, ”
Yellowish and colored
Bunch of us in a box
Let’s go back
I am chick in colors
Yellowish and whitish
Rosy cock sticking out on head
Chicken that you claim knows nothing
What I do, as you say is instinct
I swear you are wrong
I know more; you
Blind to a lot
I know cat
Did you think? Do you know? No! Never!
You do not! The mankind is devil. You
Also is their kind, another one of men
Those who Changed cats’/dogs’ life
Relation; they both now sleeping
In same room; together, both
Eating in same bowl; and
Sleep in one bed.
Cat likes fish; catching birds
Dog hunter; as are wolves
Friendly with your kind
You have messed
Mixed them all
You feed cat
Oh man kind you are dumb and so dumb that claim knowing more.
Stupid and brute you took mom and her warmth; replacement you
Made a machine, stepmom where I live next to it till I die. Either
By laying eggs or for meat; the distance I can walk all my life
Birth to death where my blood pours in funnel, collected to
Become a sausage for your meal, limited, it is a few miles;
Never seek, never search, never work, then my muscles
Remain soft like cotton. I am chick and I know much
More than the instinct as you say! You selfish; you
Are mean; dishonest, brutal with claims to skies
With no end; so happy am I of my short life.
Not to see more of you, you dummy you
Are blind to the heart; prison is greed.
I observe. You’re digging the grave.
Your brain empty; like balloon.
Then your hands are shovels
And are picks and are
The delves and the
Blinds to some
Light in the
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