Cans And Bottles Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cans and bottles

Once I wrote of "Tom Cat",
Of "Seamen's search in trash"

Then I was in Dubai!
I know much of this "Hell"
Of its past, and changes.
I know how their sheikhs fight
They remind cats and dogs.

Then tears in my eyes
Swelled as raindrops in cloud.

I knew and know now
Poverty is imposed
By greed and bad gods.

Shah had gone
Islamic government had killed God
The lone God was replaced by the gods
All of them nouveau riche
Numerous and they are plenty.

Thanks to change by mullahs
Some people hungry, embarrassed
Seek for way to commit suicide.

Some live in misery
And many dig in trash
Among them were seamen.

Now, here as shows film
(I've taken)
Too many do the same
They collect the tin cans
And bottles and the rest.

Most of them elderly and jobless
Or drunk, aboriginal and homeless
They, raccoons and skunks have same life.

Damn be life that is run by men of capital.