Descendants Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Descendants

Revenge, he cries, in a bitter plea,
His world imparts, a lesson too deep,
Injustice's heirs, now bow the knee,
Embracing hearts, to faults admitting.

What rises high, must find the ground,
In nature's course, or shades of shame,
The wheel spins, his time has come,
It is the day to pay for the wrong claim.

The once bully is crushed to dust,
Its particles in his slaves' palms,
Descendants rose, no longer trussed,
He harvests what is sewn in the ground.

Trump's leaves have fallen, colors bright,
Upon the benches, where justice grew,
The tale of power, its fearless flight,
Autumn, after rain, arrived anew.

In Georgia's courts, where echoes dance,
With eyes aglow, I seek the truth,
I take my chance, in freedom's dance,
To witness tales of age and youth.