As Rich As Rockefeller Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As rich as Rockefeller

I listen to Sylvia Plath,
She recites her poems.

With her voice,
With her words,
I travel too far,
To unknown…

On my way I see,
My professor,
She, who set alight,
In me a light…

She who made me:
"Write, write! "

And I listened,
And I have done.

Over seven thousand!

O' You, Uppal,
The abandoned,
The selfish,
The proud…

Unlike the musicians,
The band that sings:
"Like to be millionaire,
To be like Rockefeller! "

"But Rockefeller? "
I want to shout:
"Caused many deaths,
The Paraguayans,
And the Bolivians,
In Chaco…

I feel reciting the "Daddy, "
In the way I did for her,
Priscilla Uppal, Professor!