Bustard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bustard

Looked for name, could not find
Bastard was my choice but
Somehow turned to bustard…
And I mean cockroaches! ! !

'Be peaceful, live here, ' I told them.

Now, many
They want to be rulers
As did the French and British
In taking America
Came peaceful
Got permit
Then they killed
Set the rules
And now they
Easily execute
And claim:
'So says law! '
I am not Indian
Won't be fooled by respect
In fact by disrespect:
'First Nation'
Therefore I take revenge
Before is very late;
Like did the Andeans
With way of Kari-Kari
I kill them!
Feel bad but
They made me to hate them
I also envy them
Raise my hand like in past
-Well-trained elephants
I crushed my foe and
Found it soft as matchbox.
When smashed matchsticks,
Mean their legs and their feet,
Scattered all around…

'Lucky you, the bastards!
Wish to die as you do…'