Died Eagle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Died Eagle

All of us,10,15 or 30
Have left home too early
Taking course in class
Willingly, learn trucks
We slaves; what a shame

I feel ass, as if dog or a horse
Having lost dignity; my power
I'm barking, bending back to move load or a butt
Having life as slave; soon will lose freedom
Being man as was taught will be dead

"Let me ask..." he starts and stops.
Restarts: "why are you in this course? "
And replies, all honest; roll around
Echo back and are same; except one
That is me; and I lie

I tell him half of right
"I love to travel, "
What I say is crest of iceberg
What we see; what is out
In the sea "I too came for money;
I need it for my book."

How filthy
It is shit; we're crows
Eat to live; whatever, egg to soaps
Ay poets that I know; like Pushkin
Died eagle...died eagle...died eagle

We're slaves on our will...
How I wish I could die...