Pension Funds Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pension Funds

For years they taught to earn,
Gained little, some to save.

Filled with love and effort
They taught the children.

In each eye on the seats
In class, good or mean,
Teachers saw some tree;
Its fruits, hope-dreams.

"One day when I am old
He will come, says hello,
Reminds me of my work
To have helped have a life."
Is dream of teachers…

On such wheel day by day
Faded their hard, tough days,
Earning some, saved little.

Were busy through years
Knew not, unaware,
Kept working like machine
While saving some money...

Used fingers and counted
The income and expense:
"Will I have some dollars
For trips, travels? "

Years went by till came time,
For teachers to find out:
"The teachers' pension fund
Is base for making guns…"

The key to their savings
Was with one handling
The savings, investing.

Shout and march students
Against gun, government;
Teachers join to raise voice:
"We helped the murderers
Since, we are too simple! "