Little Foot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Little foot

The Little Foot will be free
Tomorrow this time
'An abandoned Grizzly'
Some say.

Little Foot's version is different:
'I was orphaned.'
Listen to the rattling of the bear-trap
'I hate you man-kind; I'll revenge.'

'We try to keep them very natural.'
Says Angela
'We have to destroy them if...'
She replies to the reporter.

Tied to the chairs; unaware of my behind
I see the marches on the wall
I am forced, no movement to know the Sun shines
Ignorant of the nigh-sky, the wind, water and stars

'I cried over her blood...on the ground'
Says the Little Foot to the bars
Tired of fighting the metal
'Her body was carried away.'

My wish being a bear, hunt the human
The wives and daughters of the hunters
Leak the soles of their feet till wounds bleed
Let them free as Little Feet is; to be natural; themselves.

I want to be a pretending beggar-thief as crows, seagulls
Or surviving raccoon, skunk, hedgehog
What is in being a black bear, worthless?
Or released hunt with inserted radio

To be destroyed Little Feet must act contradictional,
I want to be Little Feet
Revenge to death...Misbehave with no shame.