Science Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Science

Picture a child in the farm
With varied animals
From sheep to goats and
The roosters, hens, chickens.

He sees their natural lives
And mating to have child.

And he sees and knows of
How the life is defined
Between the husband-wife.

When hen wants children
Sheds lot of chest feathers
Sits on eggs to caress
With skin, bare and pale…

There, he learns devotion…

Baby goats call mothers
When mothers as a herd
Go to fill their breasts
Full of milk and return.

When mothers get close
Calls own child, each of them
As if is opera, in great symphony.

To farm-boy the voices
Are the best, and Heaven's.

Then arrive rain-flood
To city heads the child.

New hen is machine,
Many eggs set in it,
And heated with water.

Absent is call of hen,
No play, no fear
Of the cat or vultures!

Child grows, sees, and reads
About the dam and fish…

There are ponds with the nets
In them poured are the eggs
And they hatch, no fear
Of the duck or frogs…

Since the child sees no farm
Asks questions, quite a lot,
Then is led to visit
Abattoir, slaughterhouse.
He hears of the science:
As mankind's progress!

Shyly keeps questioning:
"Is science war against
Love, feelings and nature? "

He grows, becomes man,
He observes and follows
The lives of old friend,
The mammals, birds, wilderness,
Hears: "Have disappeared! "

No more of games, teachers
Makes him a pomegranate:
"Wrong were the scientist?
Did they kill beast and fish? "

He goes on Internet
Buffalo faced the same
That did rascals, foxes
And lions, and tigers
Jaguars, elephants…

Now he is like beet root
Raises voice, shouts upset:
"B. S. are advancement,
Industry and science,
Machinery of modern
Egoist human…"