Compost Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Compost

Complain some friends:
-why choosing such title?

Annoyed and angry I reply:
-"Though not in politics…
-though is no slogan
-I am a pro-life
-filled with love…
-freedom on my mind…
-and the Earth and people …
-and our lives…

They laugh as if making fun of me
-look at me: "And compost? "

I tell them what I saw
-and observed at a farm
-bordering cities, towns
-which is shame

"Plastic is ruling
-…even over farmers
-…and the farms! "

And it is pure fact!

In old days when daddy was farmer
-everything was natural in the farm
-including compost

But not now…

The trash is gathered and covered
-underneath plastic
-the cold of the winter
-makes false heat beneath the plastic
-and causes the changes, conversions
-kills the germs, forms compost
-it was far different then and there…
-a magic process came along with sunshine
-no need of chemicals…unlike now