The Hearse Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Hearse

Black are horses and
The hearse and the guide and
Everything but floor of the road,
Is covered with petals, of red rose.

On the Bridge of Selma,
Moves Lewis, Alabama.

Right here, years ago,
He was hit by men of
A Trump of that time.

He, the John, said: "Stand, "
Trump said: "Beat him up! "

Hey friend, the old dead
You braved for the change
But still mess is the same,
Rich is rich and liars
Have crowns, palaces.

Free your spirit
To come and pay visit
And wake up the asleep
Using what screams.

Hey people of the world
Keep walking till get go
Hold in hand a big sword
Since after dust settles
The devil will surface…

Malcolm likes and Luther,
Jim Hendrix, John Lennon
And many others gave
The efforts and voices
As did Che Guevara
To fight for what was just.

My brothers, sisters, it is time
To fight and seek our rights.