Kill The Thief - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Kill the thief
I recall the cockroach in shouting when crushed:
"My sin is…"
I also do recall having heard the same thing
in desert and forest, on the roads:
"I'm homeless, have no roof; without food."
Great men of the thoughts and artists
Plato as samples; in wonder
hold in palms chins and think.
Their gesture reminds me:
"World is nice, heavenly…but a shit."
Why should we kill cockroach?
for its need?
since it is hungry?
Who stole all its food?
let's reverse the act and;
"Kill the thief."
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