Oil Sale Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Oil sale

There was war
between two countries
in so called continent of Latins
Bolivia, Paraguay

I call that continent the land of Los Incas
or Andes

The war was a bastard of two beasts
Shell oil and Standard
these devils took the lead
lives were of the locals
in thousands; hundreds, and result...

Cause was oil…
The Sisters were Seven
Red-carpet was blood that they shed
Billions…Rockefeller

Story of river of blood made El Che
And rebels to Chavez
Long is list, a must read
Read; trace to ISIS

We hear:
“Their income is of oil…”

Where goes oil?
Who sells it?
Who buys it?
Who uses?

Sorry but I must leave
my mind and brain and the knowledge
I must go into dark; must shut up
If not I; will be shot.

In distance I can see my blood
underneath Red-Carpet.
the weavers are shooters of sides
hear me my killers: “I go hide…”