Just Money Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Just Money

Wish knew not, nothing
Of woman, land, bully…

Wish, Wish, Wish
But I do…
Such a pain is killing!

Small book in my hand
The "Red House"
Is full of junks; lying
Yet it is well-copied
In a book by the "Bill"
"Frog Lake Massacre."

All of them are racist
Openly, secretly…

So, what is history
Except for misleading?

Poor people, unaware
Of the facts, happenings
Simply read and think:
"Yes, I know; have read it! "

Then sit as does learned;
And tell same story…

This is like raising wall
By mason who sets wrong
First brick; foundation…

Such building is Pisa;
Dangerous and with lean
Can collapse and with it
Die the old and the kids…

Wish I could be Hitler
To erect gas chamber
For greedy, obsessed
With money; as writer!