Stinking Hero Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stinking hero

To some he, his beard, uncombed hair and worn clothes
Are dirty, stinking; some lift nose, some eyebrows.
To me though he is sign of big heart
He has divorced Filthy Wealth.

"You're great and brave." I tell him.

Like a chick, fully-grown with feather; strong-winged sparrow
Dervishes wanted me as their sheikh
I stood at the edge, flapped wings, little lift, but no guts to fly
Fearful would be looks if I fell, rejected.

"Look at him..." was on mind but not him; BRAVO.

He is like fire man, fire squad
Wall of flames; "help" child cries.
Robot-like "Powerful" risks in game.
Bravo, he is brave Child is saved.

In this case he is freed as was child
Hippy-like, pony-haired, he is wild

As was the fireman facing flare
He stands stone-like to care-less.