Cohol Or Alcohol Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cohol or alcohol

Brewers, many bars,
Drinkers, left and right
Deal with the alcohol
As if "Is what it is! "

And same is the Curie's
Radioactivity.

The Beaver on Nickel
Is one more, another
Of the: "Is as it is! "

From when came money
With head of kings, queens
To declare worth of things
From rocks to human beings,
The people became things
Known for wealth, or money.

Money for hospital
And doctors, medical…

Money for book and pen
And price for writers…

The women being sold
For hour, nightly, day!

Nobody has the time
To talk of alcohol,
How was found, came about,
Is consumed not for name?

A COHOL lost his eyes
And became Al-COHOL,
(Meaning the man, blind.)

The old man from Ray
Insisted: "Must cure my
Patients, and solve the problem,
He tried, examined on himself.

Who cares for the caring
"Al COHOL, Blind Man, "
That gave eyes to do well?

We go to hospital,
Are given heavy gown
To be safe, we put on.

The Curie's medicine
Penetrates our bodies
And result: "Good, sorry! "

And we are unaware,
Same are our politicians
Whose value is money
Not the life of beavers,
But the pelt for dollars.

Women in politics
Think about three-piece
And the men for bow-tie
With matching square
Inserted in pocket
Unless are Arabs or
The mullahs in turban.

No one cares for nothing,
"Nothing is you and me! "

They use us as their beasts
And cattle, lamb, or sheep
And maybe goat or chick!

Since suffer from them
Decided to be deaf
To the words of nonsense.

Want the church's Vodka,
Mixed water with alcohol,
Meant to heal the patients
Oftyphoid to measles
And any more sicknesses.