Limbless Dog Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Limbless dog

Selfish I, surely am…
And simple, internet…

I am lost among sites…
And news, and my name…
Google has the pages…
Who am I, why countless?

I stop with regret
Head is lost as drunk….

“Is released after some forty years.”
I read loud.

I stop…look around…read comments…
I see that he is black.

I dig in…deep and deep, into past,
All of such are blacks, Indians,
The deprived of one kind,
Hunted or occupied…

I damn me for knowing how to read, and surf the internet.
Wish I was lonely dog, missing limb in Peru, with a cart…
Made by man…he himself was beggar.