Honest Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Honest

I read the article,
Many times, and again,
And it makes me wonder:
"The Mother! Kidnapper? "

Then ponder,
Want answer,
Not from a paper,
Nor from the judges!

Carrying for nine months,
And giving birth to child,
Being called kidnapper? !

Is she not the mother?
Can she be kidnapper?

Looking deep inside me,
Turn my head to the wall,
Feel ashamed of such talk!

Is she not the mother?
Can she be kidnapper?

If she was next to me,
If ever comes to me,
Will not inform police,
Cause she is a mother,
Mothers loves children,
Far beyond the fathers,
Above the laws written.

Is she not the mother?
Can she be kidnapper?

The police officers,
Use hazard of amber,
They act as do puppets,
Stab back with dagger,
And shake a saltshaker,
On wounded, cut fresh!