Shira The Gorilla - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Shira the gorilla
And still here, there
There are some creatures
That mankind has not killed
Will kill them with photo-cameras
Some in seas, some on run in deserts
Mostly are in the zoos, leashed, muzzled.
Among them a mother who carries dead minor.
Second child and both dead, the forceful immigrant.
Tragic gorilla rejects to abandon her week-old deceased one.
Her photo makes hair rise on skin and shiver burns spine…
This I call: “Motherhood”.
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