Taxation - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Insisted mum and dad: 'Pay your tax.'
and I had.
Having been uniformed tax payment
part of job
I wondered what had meant till recent
though heard them explain:
'For money and income you pay gold,
what about learning to, read and write? '
They told me I had to pay this tax with
teaching for free; and I did.
No one learns unless taught and it is
From then I have taught freely and
sometimes small pay, but never business.
Today though I cried when heard the pupils
youths, too young'
and also when heard a professor complain:
'No-one learns in schools; it is job.'
Who were they (my parents) ?
What are these investors, colleges?
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