Shackles Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shackles

Among them
-trees talk
-roots and leave
-with trunk…

Once
-branch pointed
-as do the good mothers
-to somewhere
-a corner.

"See?
-you too, be shackled
-and encaged and hammered
-by the wind and the rain
-if you leave, join orphans…"

Looked at her audience
-as do the teachers and preachers
-saw faces, looked in eyes
-felt success; was proud.

Among them the leaves were
-caught by the ripple effect;
-breeze moved and played
-sweet song of autumn
-using its trumpet.

Leaves smiled:
- "It sounds nice…"
- "Is better than Mozart's."

Trunk joined to lecture:
- "I fed you from the…"

Leaves' brains were absent,
-they followed and observed
-the dance of their friends
-colourful and free
-flying in the air.

Chorus of
-Pine trees, Evergreens,
-Cedars and Oak trees
-as well as the maples
-to the casts far less known,
-Pariah
-to enrich orchestra
-of autumn…

The kids were on revolt
-as had been
-Nietzsche-likes, and Freud…
-to Luther
-who revealed True-Pope…

Bough entered
-supported
-roots, trunks, branches.

To the leaves the lectures
-felt demands of masters
-who tried and wanted
-to impose their own faith.

Leaves hated aristocrats
-conservatives wearing masks
-feudal, patriarchs, oligarchs,
-politics f the lies
-who intend to keep them
-labourers and slaves
-or the serf-children
-just to work and listen
-no question…

"We too want freedom…
-the wings of liberty…
-for it pay with our lives!
-Don't insist to remain
-no, no, no, no, never! "

And leaves left
-to unknown
-but with hope…