Run Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Run

In glass
- (Root-beer's)
-were three cockroaches
-all small; varied-size.

Noticed man's presence
-all tried to escape
-stampede, carelessness.

"Go, fast, go! "
"Go Tommy"
"Go Teddy"
"Go Edy"

Could be felt…

When the tab was opened
-death came with hot water
-the "Go, go, go" became the
- "Leave, get out of my way! "

In danger, the largest
-stepped on the others
-and climbed to the edge
-to be killed; all faced death.

Two of them by force of
-their own kind and blood.

The third was targeted
-by the force of outside!

This brought my conscious
-to revolting nations
-bullied by in and out…

So, write it as warning
-to the US victims.

Be alert and aware, open mind
- "Donald Trump is just one! "