Echo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Echo

Can hear the echo of steps
Feels hammer on needle to my head…
When in hand I carry bag of waste towards chute
I walk and can hear heart throb a question: "How can you? "

In this world
(Much of which I have seen,)
Live people in deserts, by oceans
Thirsty and hungry, everything miserable.

And here my pride…
"I afford and can buy! "

Then carry trash bag?
Inside them edible and drinks…

"Go and die; "
Shouts floor to feet's soles.