Classes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Classes

Deep in my history
I read of classes, categories
At the top were Royals,
Second were Moobedan
And the third, Officials,
And Nation, under all…

Angry, like a boiling kettle:
"Why divide? Categorise?
Are we not human?
Siblings? All the same? "

Then hear Nationalists
Shouting and thundering
Against what I too, would
Only if brutal, rape, killing
Mother, child…

I permit arriving
If praise equality.

Britain invaded,
Captured, killed, traded
Many of peace lovers
Of the lands far away…

Keep watching a movie
On Brits' Family,
"Smashing" of the "Kids, "
Then, stop and let mind
Penetrate deep in time…

Feel carvings, Persia:
"Britain's Rich, Royals
Are same as Scorpions,
They sting, not of hate,
Were raised so by nature!

Invaders are inside!
Invaders are of us!
Invaders are corrupt!