For His Good Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

For His Good



For his good

In him I see myself
deeply sad and blind on the eyes
stressed.

Hand in hand with others
making chain.
up and down, left and right
unaware I have to walk.

Other dog, too small and black
is next man.
he whispers: "is this you? "
means Amir.

All of us are victims
to selfish with greed.

Little dogs in the leash
forced to go against wish
I feel you.
forcefully in leash and prisons
I have been.

The little black dogs
you and I know worst part:
"For his good."

Monday, February 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: stress
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