Her Pants Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her Pants



Her pants

Barbados celebrates:
"The Queen's departure! "

They speak clever,
Call Brits the devils
That brought ancestor
To lands of First Nations
And used them as slaves.

To Queen, landowners
Were wild and savages!

I take time and observe
The buildings, ports, river,
Around New Westminster.

Read of first Penitentiary
Built by the Britain,
In this town; Sapperton.

Sapper was of a Royal
With scissors to divide.

He put fences, borders
To Land-Corpse, united.

Come to mind empires
Of Greeks and Persians.

Sit on bank-bench, picture
Old river, boats, and waves,
Tough Metis pushing timbers.

In the tongue of mother
Bubble some proverbs,
One about pants fallen!

Checking map, Britain's,
In bed see sick power
Acting like toddlers,
Pants fallen, half naked!

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