I Happily Killed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I happily killed

Normally I let them roam around
I heard of sweetness of the life
"Let them have life and fun."

Hare stands on its end
And I hate seeing me in mirror.

In this age I have changed
See oldies leaning on Crouches
Or the canes, or sitting in wheelchair.

"Better die when too young! "

White spoon, plastic, in the sink
Still had smear of the cheese.

And cockroach, a baby
Was licking and eating.

I raised hand and slammed
Torn to parts and smashed.

Think did right
Saved a poor of a pain
That that will come in old age
I know it thanks to years behind me.

I agree with Smith
Adam who believed in
"Let war come keep balance."

Now can see eye to eye
The ones who heard claimed:
"Throw old in the sea! "

"Let life be for active! "
"Let us feed the poor fish! "