Bitcoin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bitcoin

Dark and cold, scary
Was my early morning!

I followed GPS,
It was leash, and I, pet.

In my car, driving,
Felt comfort, was cozy.

On and off, my eyeballs
Turned to the left or right.

Saw that workers stopped,
Or moved on snow, ice.

Both genders, old and young,
Headed for the train, bus.

The conscious inside me
Was candle, kept burning.

It grew even worse
When attended meeting.

A Black Haitian,
Was to work next to me.

Living in Canada,
Means varied backgrounds!

Saw tears in his eyes,
When he opened his mouth.

With every word he said
Came to me a poem,
Fist called it: "Disaster! "

Plays on the internet,
Bitcoin, investments,
Prays for easy gains,
So, I changed the title!

Walked over for ages,
He, his kins, his people,
Have been used as carpet.

Oppression, is venom
And works, is poisonous
For the sick, weak patient,
Chained, deprived in shackle.

The racists' behavior,
Has kills heart in victims.

It is hard for many
Of his kind to believe
In the love's existence!

Every word they hear
Is ambage, figurative,
Of insults, swearing,
Or bullets to kill them!

I felt him when he said:
"I told her of my land,
She called it disaster…"

In Quebec, once he heard
Two women, talk, whisper:
"It is time for more light."

He took it on himself:
"They meant me, dark skin! "

Therefore, he wants money
And power, for shining…

Prey to wrongdoings,
Is after Bitcoin:
"I need it for roofing! "

I feel in a barn, pen,
He speaks, explains
Haitian disasters…!