Gilded Age Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gilded Age

I meant to, had in mind
To leave and say goodbye
To my worst involvement
Politics, governments…
But the things I hear
Take me back to old days…
I recall the days when
I lived in our village
Richest part of the house
Could be called toilet!

Days and nights
According to the need
Everyone forced indeed
Went there and…

The content was led to
Pile of earth turned to hills
Left in sun for nature
To act with temperature…
The mixture was later
Removed and spread
In the farm by trees
On top of the sown seeds,
Sun, water and labour
Helped, we had good harvest
Thanks to the toilet…

Now Donald's cabinet
In White House the richest
Reminds me of that past
Also of the Azores and Lajes
There I saw the Soylent
With Heston, Robinson
Crony capitalism; dystopian future…
Growth of Plutocrats and fall of everyone
Like Russian oligarchs

Corruption, corruption, corruption
Will give us the reason:
-no one should sit idle…