The Pirates Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Pirates

It is far different,
To be one, hear of.

It depends on the eye,
Training, locations.

"The pirates, "
We hear and sweat,
Leaves the pores,
Turns current,
We fear, are scared!

But who are the pirates?
Who defines them the best?
Anyone but themselves?

Let us go to Delta,
Nigeria, Africa…

There, we will,
Encounter,
Government,
Corrupt Shell,
Greedy investors,
Stepping on corpses,
Of a semi-dead nation.

If we care,
Boils blood,
In each vein!

We want guns,
We need guts:
"Go and fight! "

"Whom and how? "
Some may ask!

Fast and firm is replied:
"The masters, and crews,
With greed; ‘Oil seekers! '"