Of Money Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of money

Love and care ran away
When greed came, entered.

British empire
Turned world to burning hell!

They published in their tongue
Ways to cheat, use gun, lie.

To see it one like me
travels South, North America
and Far East, as well as Africa.

English is dirty
In all and every fields,
Being trade, politics, industry.

British, English
Are good pens for writing,
Brushes for painting
And the fans for cooling,
Just for their benefit
While erase the others.

For them to be masters
The world must be slaves.

They drink tea with milk
Harvest of Darjeeling
But the men and women
There, live in the lungi.

London's king's religion
Pays faithless preacher
To tell the indigenous:
"Good, faithful is dressed."

Then, British shipping
Come, support factories
To compete in weaving
And hair, wool spinning.

The sheep, goats to camels
And llamas, all mammals
Of other fields, mountains
Are caught and undressed
And killed though pregnant
To give boost city fashion
And hire labourers
To help gold traders!

Others are consumers
And the maids or slaves,
And if not, suppliers
Of items, unprocessed…

The things long forgotten
Were teachings of Bible
That king sends to others:
"Be kind as was Jesus! "

In such time, the king and
Princes, viceroys
And others, as agents
Claim the chieftainship,
Register ownership
Of all the creatures
And the lands, children
And the men and women,
Good to work, ripe to rape…

Life to them meant money
Through Tom, Dick, Harry.

The crimes have amassed
Sediment in wine glass
Grew and added up…

Today's sex scandal,
Of Prince, Ms. Maxwell
Is outcome of London's
Training to gain wealth:
"Use molest, gun, Bible,
Whatever required…"