Oj Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

OJ

He, a seed of his past, was hidden in his husk
Buried in his ground underneath the asphalt
Many words of prose to poems, care, crime
Acted fog and cloud to keep him off the skies
He remained unaware of the sun, Uncle Tom
But grew powerful, a great sportsman, strong,
Good-looking, well in shape, and nice face
Role model, a symbol, a sample, special.

Came crack with hammer to bring quite change
His pride, a long lost, appeared as passage
Out of it spilled souls of slaves, injustice
And all turned swirling in leakage.

"He killed her, " became the title of articles
And new OJ made in the courts, prisons
Past piled on the roof to crush the hero.