Skin Them Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Skin them

Two of us, with four eyes
Looked and talked:
“I swear squirrel…”
I said and she played
As always was devil,
On hind legs, and hands up
Made faces chewing nut
Its sharp teeth scared me
“And what if? ” inside me
But I said: “will never …”
Meant to say: “will wear fur.”
Kept secret what I heard:
“Farming fur…”
What a shame, knowing that human
Has cruel behaviour
The careless creature,
Is the worst; now, ever
With greed sees I, I again
And claims to be God
Has beef farm and sheep farm
Chicken farm and pig farm
And also the fur farm
Feed them well for final
In the cold growing squirrel
Skin them when are ripe
Just to show power, wealth
Same ego: “I'm smart…”