Wasteland Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wasteland

Carry a bag filled with books,
Books, essays, and notebooks,
I walk to find a place and settle.

Read the books that I have,
Exclude the ‘Wasteland'…

‘Wasteland' is a cannon,
Somehow like the Bible,
I dislike all the cannons,
The cannons are venom.

T. S. Eliot is a cannon,
His book is a cannon,
And both are poisons,
I see depth in neither!

I feel that they are dust,
Profs say they are rocks!

Why do the professors,
Universities and colleges,
Insist on praising them?

Why does the Media,
Follow every step,
As if a blind behind dog?

Did not Rudyard Kipling,
And Zhivago's Pasternak,
Win their Nobel prize?

I see them as big toys,
That is, it, nothing more,
For Kaizer and John Bull,
Or maybe the new version,
‘Uncle Sam's Washington! '

Why read them in textbooks?
Why Madonna in the church?
Why raise to the stratosphere?

Wasteland-likes, as is ‘If',
Are brainwash acids…