We Are Thieves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

We are thieves

I confess to conscious
Hate me for being a thief.

In a way
We knew what he did
His action was a theft.

No one talked,
Concretely silent!

Our silence by no means
Was a sign of politeness,
Indirect were our shares!

We are thieves!
We are thieves!
We are thieves!

In a way
We would share the harvest!

We are thieves!
We are thieves!
We are thieves!

We are the characters
Of Aziz Nesin
In a book about shoes
Of shoes of hay-seller!

We are thieves!
We are thieves!
We are thieves!

In a way
Every rich and the poor,
All of us can be thieves.

We are thieves!
We are thieves!
We are thieves!