Fallacies Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fallacies

Wonder why the blood
Of the caring and wise
Keeps pouring as flood!

Such persons are always
The ones to feel nations
Not just own children,
Wife, mother and sister,
Or the ones in their tents!

they learn of past to now,
Up to neck are drowned,
Searching for true love.

Such people go deep in
The numbers and digits
In most faiths, religions
To find that four, seven
Are most used as sacred.

And there is no ending
For them in questioning:
"Why those in palaces
Never care for the rest? "

Such persons are aware
Of taste of Rainwater
In ponds and villages.

Such persons know about
Qeshm Island, Madaen,
Konarak, Chaco to Sahara.

Such persons know of lamb
Evolving, turning Wolf!

Such persons have logic,
And avoid fallacy.

Such persons learn from
Past leaders' beheading.

They look at statues
Being roped, pulled
And down, shattered,
Body, head, separate.

The Saddam's, McDonald's
Are only two samples.

Why are they insulted
If by chance, valued, then?

Guess there is no need for
Wondering about why
Their bloods make floods!

Wind, Fire, Water, Earth
Are the four foundations,
As are four directions,
The East to South, North
And, finally, to the West.

Seven are days in week
And skies, earth, beneath.

And still the people
In abandoned village
Drink their rainwater
Gathered in small lakes
Or in ponds, or cisterns.

And the lamb is baby,
Being male, has no milk
But master forces him:
"Today, I want my meal
To have your fresh milk! "

Therefore, lamb is scared
Runs to cave, not graze.

Darkness causes changes
Sharpens eyes, lengthens legs
Lamb becomes free wolf!