Debt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Debt

Let’s confess that teachers
We learn from the student
In Moscow where I taught
For a time I took jobs, EFL
It was great, I learned a lot.

He cried and cleaned his tear.

Why should I pay the debt?

He questioned curtain down.

“Fallen and divided is, Soviet.
I am so young, came too late
Not yet born then so unaware,
That they borrowed the dollar
Pretending ‘Soviets is the best’
Now gone they, we are in debt.
Debt here for nation is a shame”

Then I think, ‘politics, Kremlin
And White House and London
All around till we get to Tehran
Tax-man is so strong to normal
Under-dog undertakes a burden
The burden, made by few rulers.

In paper I read an article ‘Same
Debt is left for the youth in Iran’