Professionalsim Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Professionalism

Driver of taxi
Driver who gave ride
To the young Driver
The so called "Murderer"
Has now come out, open
He shouts and complains:
"Police did such and such…"

Stories of my age
Tell me of the man's race
Having seen many sides
Commanding, obeying
Forced-to-do-and-abide
I see things in my way.

All come of
Professionals…
Professionals…

Professionals killed the young Driver
Professionals killed victim "murderer"
Professionals gave name and branded.

Now other professionals have a job
Criminals are all of professionals
They teach the driver of taxi:
"Go sue them…you have rights!
We handle such cases with no funds!
We do so to its end without charge! "

Stupid professionals are blind
To others except own professional
Criminals are most of professionals…

Have no love for any professional
Not priests, nor mullahs, nor Rabies
Not judges, nor lawyers, nor doctors
None of them; regardless of their jobs.

Crimes' roots come from professionals
Look deep in Syria; Vietnam, South Sudan.