Giveh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Deeply I as childhood
Rather to, wear Giveh

As a child the best was
Go around in barefoot
Came a change along age

We wore shoes
Made of the yarn
Woven tight top and sole
Of the threads of cotton
Bottom's ends; intestine
When wore out any shoe
Dad made some new use
He dug hole in farmland
Buried it; gone was shoe
Later on we ate it in fruit
How tasty...
Or in bread made of wheat
How tasty...

Now my shoe, which I hate
Is made of plastic
With that I bring death

Sorry mom
Sorry Earth