Pen Rein Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pen rein

Looking at the Douglas,
Fredrick; whose tough life
Is lesson to us all,
says a lot.

He was like a kitten,
After birth, was taken
And sent to the others.

Ignored were the feelings
Of the child and mother,
Like puppets were slaves
Or the toys of cotton!

Mistress was pious,
Possibly Quaker…

Was very warm, tender
With heart of human.

She, at first
Tried to
Wish him well
And train…

She meant to teach him read
And maybe, handle pen…

Had ignored the colour.

But later, her husband
Insisted: "It must end! "

After while. she too, learned:
"Treasures are slaves…"

The masters' firm steps
Squeezed the pet's tail
And made him a rebel:
"No, no, no to your rein
With pen gain freedom..."