Dunes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dunes

I have been to deserts,
With the dunes, I played,
Made a cup of my palms,
Opened thumb for the slot,
Allowed them to pour down.

"This is day, this is night,
This is time, this is life! "

And they went with a tilt,
In my hands, left nothing.

Saw the rich become poor,
As the poor became rich.

Hey, wealthy millionaires,
Millionaires, billionaires,
Soon you go to the grave!

Leave greed, live, let live,
Before time is over…

Donald knows the secret,
The secret to their wealth,
Grandfather's brothels…

In this way, money came,
Selling the poor women,
To the mine-laborers…

They never saw, nor cared,
For people who suffered,
Their prey was dollar…

This is how he was raised,
Nothing else, nothing else,
Just money, selfishness…

He, the pimp president,
never reads, is illiterate,
Is blind, dumb, and deaf!