12 Students Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

12 students

A landlord commented,
About his poor tenants:
"Squeeze the students,
Juice them like oranges! "

He too is one of them,
One from one percent,
But in the "Sheepskin! "

Somehow, he converted,
His old house to a stable,
Piece by piece he rented!

Two floors and a garage,
With many cameras,
To make sure that is safe.

Soon after we got there,
Appeared like a devil,
Was shaken and afraid.

In us, he could see the,
CRA, or Police officers!

He does not want the law,
Learn about the poor kids,
Living there like sardines!

I foresee the days when,
They'll employ or work for,
Government, large, small,
Corporates, of some kind!

What can we, should expect?
Will they, too, be cheaters?

I hate this one percent,
They who live like leeches,
Or some bats, vampires,
They kill and slaughter,
Consciousness, the brain!