Cheap Labor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cheap labor

You and I share passport and no more
Meant to say: "in its shape, in color, issuer."
Oh, sorry, and flag and anthem
I feel them on me as do horse, dog
(Blindfold and the rein; leash-muzzle)

Are we same?
This is games; funny game and no more.

Look at oil
I will gain when you lose
It's true in reverse
What a joy

Yet we share same passport; same anthem
Adam's sons

Price-rise, price-fall and our lives
You're lively when I'm sick and in need.

A black is shot dead
The news for one week; like natives'

But still you and I
(Though you are the exempt)
Are the same
(We're fellows in flag, in anthem)

You know well we're clowns in cloak
We are same (sad/happy) as by-law
You write them; I obey
(By gallows or in jail)

Yet you say that we are equal "We're same."

I agree with paper "The court is different."
Is the law a check list for jailer?
When was that?