Highways Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Highways



Highways

I want to, if I can
Write like Carlos Williams
Some nothing that is, everything
A wheelbarrow, plumbs; short and bright.

But about highways, which I hate
They are indecent brutal frontiers
Mass graves for the genocide of the residents
Murdered by invading inhumane human.

Sunday, August 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human and animal
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