Nassy Fesharaki

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Iran - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Iran

Was born and, was raised there
“My mother” I call her
And loved her.

But no more unless oil
Is finished, no export.

I hate oil
It is the disaster
Plastic everywhere
It is the, cruelest murderer.

Topic(s) of this poem: anger


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, August 31, 2015


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