Strike Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Strike



Strike

Like camels in old days
(Blindfold; walking round)
These people; organized
In the hands holding signs
Walk and walk; and stop
They left work; no class
Piquet time; raising voice:
“We too are human; equal.”

Rights on plate? It’s never!
Go to fight when you must.

Thursday, March 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rights
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