Pizza Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pizza

I worked for five hours
I have made two dollars
Above it, dime; ten cents
No complaints…
Learning did compensate.
I have learned.

Javid who made pizza, is Afghan
The owner’s bone, blood, of Iran
No border between them.

This is how used to be
And the way, has to be
Two nations is the game
That Lion and the Bear
Made; agreed on peace zone
They named it “Afghans’ Land”.

Medvid rose and then fell
The same with Britain
Therefore their borders-laws
Must die and, imposed walls.

United must remain…
Brothers, and sisters.

Came in a client, a Chinese
Talked signals, no word of English
Everything seemed cute and sweet.

Then had to “Deliver”.
Mexicans, in basement
Tip Toonie and ten cents
How can I complain?