The Shameless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Shameless

Went shopping, yesterday
Saw the racks and the shelves
Empty, as if they
Were removed, broken…

Instead the lines where
Bosses were the cashiers,
Were full of carts, baskets
Of buyers and shoppers…

What are we? Human?
Or shameless gangsters?

Found no word to use but
Shame be on the shameless
Lots of shame on shameless!

Felt sitting on the shelves
As if are aeroplanes
And flew, travelled
To lands of Indigenous
Saw the Whites of Europe
Arriving in thousands
All held guns in their hands
With books, pens and papers…

They looted and took notes
To insult the landlords…

Now, tears are silver
On blue eyes' surface
That look like the ocean
Underneath lots of waves
Covered with the bubbles.

She who lives in London
Sighs, repeats this sentence:
"Shame be on the hoarders…"

I wonder, can we say:
"We are kind…Human! ? "