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."