Crude Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Crude

Crazy I may be;
-but enjoy speaking
-with worms, Leaves!

Once, sky wore its veil
-thick cloud, dark grey,
-and cried like orphan
-looking at dead mother;
-killed in gun accident!

Heard leaves talk of burden
- "Cannot move, I am wet! "

Worms tried to migrate
- "Much water is killer! "

I heard them as is said:
- "Solomon talked with birds."

Envisioned caravans
-and soldiers with the guns.

Both sides move with hunger
-one homeless, one fights the
-powerless since searches…
-to receive good pension!

Crime is criminals'
-involved in doing wrong;
-wrong, wrong, wrong,
-wrong, wrong, wrong!

Let's look at most leaders
-the imposed and chosen.
-Study their mansions,
-stolen amassed wealth;
-embezzle, use women!

"Just go vote,
-elect me to help you in oil deals,
-vote for me to get mine and sell arms! "

Can't expect the migrants
-when all their belongings
-homes, pride, bare-living
-are taken; and ancient treasures
-are looted and skinned freely
-to choke their factories
-in the name of compete.
-Their harvest exported
-to pay for…so silos
-are left with no grain…

Global traders of the wealth
-with local traitors
-or same filth in heart, minds,
-shamelessly populist,
-prepare slogans
-call migrants: "criminals! "

End of ad comment says:
- "Approved by Donald Trump! "

I hear worms and leaves
-they hardly can breathe:
- "All of this is greed
-of I, my, mine and me."

Rightly they blame me:
- "Man has cut all trees,
-flattened mountains, hills,
-erected the buildings
-from the concrete
-to live in hives as bees! "

I, being of old lands
-where oil is all my past
-farms, fruits and jungles,
-and bodies (ancestors')
-suffer the facts that see;
-all are sold as crude
-to import arms and fight
-my people and neighbours.
-I feel like worms and leaves…