Sold Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sold

Taking time to go walk,
Of course, with open eye,
Allows us to see signs,
"Sale, " "Sold, " "Gone! "

I, never, can, will like!

I am unlike Trump!

Earth is mine, is yours,
All's…

Partners we are in,
Every height to plain,
Springs and rivers.

Let us share the mountains,
Let us all watch deserts,
And enjoy the forests.

Joyfully, with love, care,
We can have Earth's nipples,
In our mouths and suckle.

Life can be far better,
If as team, we play.

Let the Earth be a mom,
And we, child, grandchild.

What are these ugly walls?
What is this, I, me, mine?

Am against "Queen's land! "
And the sign "Trespass, "
Since Earth, sun, galaxies,
Moon, stars, everything,
From jungles, trees,
To fishes, oceans, seas,
To the air we breathe,
Are ours, and so must be.