For Tea Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

For tea

For a tea I met him
-another "exile-life."

Curtains fall when we talk
-of the past, present, near, far.

Governments and systems
-prisons in name of "freedom".

Bitter is life of man
-who has guts, mind and thoughts
-when living behind bars
- (being jailed or in camps;
-Shatila or the one in Kenya.)
-even if without walls…

Paying rent is behind
-landlord shouts
-he rejects most of calls!

Obvious his reason:
- "Cannot pay debts, account! "

Our talk ends, finalised:
- "We are wheels on which they
-gain name and position…"

And "They" means:
-governors, governments
-oligarchs, dictators
-and mass of the care-less
-sleeping unaware…

His place is a mess
-same as mine
-shanty-life is not life
-we crawl as do worms
-deprived of all the rights.

All of us, at home, out
-are parts of same cloth…