Country Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Country

For long lived in cities
Miss life in, the country.

There, heavens can touch me
Take the chains, free me,
To roam like the breeze.

For eating mandarin,
Or melon, bread, cheese,
Can go to some haven,
Stream, mount, river.

Happily, feed mother
With the seed and eggshell.

There, we are siblings,
Mankind, bird, everything.

Earth is our shared mother.

She, sure is greatest,
Though eats own children
To her older, younger,
Are the same and fresh!

In cities we throw
The skin as if waste.

Of this, feel embarrassed!

The dealers use science
To fool the men, women
For selling their venom:
"Science has discovered! "

They use asphalt, bricks
With it kill Mother Earth!

Life in towns is a shame,
Cities are poisons!