Flame Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flame



Flame

He is dad, granddad
He was son, grandson
Most of all, he is wise.

He is Jewish
Knows Auschwitz
To the place, he has been

"What's your thought? "
Matt questioned.
"Be aware what you say."
He answered.

"We talk words
Word's tinder
It can cause tall flame
Flame burns
We have been marginal
And mostly by own fault
We say things, make fire
In fire we are burned."

Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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