Ifeel lashes on my body
But mostly I feel them on my soul
You need to make money for your family.
Inflation rate is high.
so high that you can't afford your family, most people can't.
You have no choice but to protest.
You are redundant and your children needs school supplies
school, food, medicine &....
You have no way.
There is not even a death angel to make you free.
One of gold mine worker torched himself to feel flames of hell in this world!
Yet we are asleep.
Those who earn money within a fortnight drive Porsches!
Those who can make loans easily import porsches!
They have connections! What do you have?
You work for a gold mine.
The price of gold increases and increases,
and your share is redundancy and lashes
Even lashes cry blood where they touch one's bony body
But we are deeply, deeply asleep
With thanks to Dear Denis.M who kindly revised it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those who earn money within a fortnight drive Porsches! Those who can make loans easily import porsches! They have connections! What do you have? a cry against social injustice...... i love this poem. i think all the poets in the world should cry against all injustices in the world. Gold mine workers, slashes on their skinny body. the rich become richer. the have porshes...... the poor have nothing. liked this poem very very much dear Fatemeh...... God bless u. tony
Thanks dear Dr.tony. I am happy to have your Idea. Thanks a million. You know some time your sure lashes. It will never cure. You fell the pain of it all your life. Thanks again.