Man And Technique Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Man and technique

Once when young, very young for that job
To my neck was involved, IMs and IVs, illegal
I, too young knew not, just obeyed to do job as does mop.

Among the places I was sent was to purchase
Was alley with name ‘Noor'; took long list
There I went to bring all kinds of medicines
I bought them as ordered; injections to tablets

Most of them were samples for doctors;
Normally expired; poor patients paid bought them.

I learned much there and then
Of greed, of ego, and dumbness.

I learned how the modern abuses and cheats the
Men, women of the past, with technique.

Now again like those days when we had Benadryl
Boss ordered: "Open and divide it; " so we did
One bottle into two, each half-filled to be filled
With sugar, boiled water…and now too…
Mix of man and machine bothers me; as it did.

That bottle held something far too thin medicine
Much sugar…

Many apps are run by the dumb professionals and experts
In digits, digitized but are wrong
In reading name, address that causes collusions
Comes madness
And dumber are the ones who obey blindly, full-hearted.

Things have changed but not changed from then
Man is bad as has been for ever and always.