Refrigerator Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Refrigerator

Then we had nothing like
What we have in our house
Then land was our parents
Dad and mom…

In the midst of winter…
The beetroots were fresh
And the same with carrots

Dad dug part of the land
Like grave, not exact
We buried all the roots

Then in ice and snow
We lifted part of face
Removed, used and again
Land remained the virgin
Used as farm for summer

Now you dig and get oil
Crack, make kind of foam
And use gas, chemicals
"It is to preserve…"

You kill land…
I am ashamed…