Lincoln Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lincoln

Lincoln had two poodles,
Light and dark chocolate,
One female and one male,
To become wife-husband.

Leila got pregnant,
Delivered five sisters.

He offered to sell them,
Each, for some hundreds.

Then, one of the masters,
Named the baby poodle:
"Cat! Kitten! "

We observed in wonder,
The buyer was angered:
"She is mine, I name her! "

"Why is so? " I questioned.

Man of books and research
Was prompt to answer:
"The people who have pets,
Treat them like slaves,
And kids of Indians,
In schools and churches,
The patrons gave the name,
As they wished, as wanted,
They saw them as objects,
James, Mary, or number,
Like the ones inside jails,
With, without a picture,
Why not I do the same?
Am I, not the master?
Did I not pay for her? "

I remained hushed, silent,
Was feared he might say:
"The slaves were hunted,
Then, removed in cages! "