Irony Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Irony

'To show his miracle…'
-said my dad:
'…he opened two fingers…
-…the middle and index…
-…had the guy look inside
-and there was a nice bird…'

Dad went on as sweet as he talked
-and told me story; explained:
-'…bird sang well, nightingale…
-man observed and master was silent
-done singing…then the bird…
-hopped landed on the shit…'

In dad's words this is happens:
-'…he was shocked…drew back…
-master said of the bird being us
-preachers…in shrines and altars…
-on thrones, with crowns as leaders
- …as claim…and acting as teachers! '

Word is one…soft…sweet…and golden
-actions shit! ! !