Insider Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Insider

Machines sang
-as always
-busy were labourers
-up and down
-left and right
-everywhere; all around

Suddenly those near to master
-heard, observed, surprised
-saw servant of the house
-of master's
-entering office and
-raising voice
-impolite

Factory was too large
-many worked on textiles
-men, women, in thousands
-praised was the owner as master

Lips bitten, eyes were rolled,
-no one dared to question:
- "What is this? "
- "What is wrong? "

Waves settled
-servant gone

Long after, foramen sought
-the cause and the reason
- "Sir, tell us what happened? "

He told them, same wisdom:
- "He is and insider
-works in house
-has seen me half-naked
-walk, wearing pyjamas
-eat, sleep…and the rest…
-so, I am other man
-here I, have brain to handle
-the machines and textile, programs."