Icy Crystal Days Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Icy crystal days

With a pen in my hand
I am writing in darkness
Candle light is my day and my night
I hate you Edison
I hate you Edison
You spoiled our brains
Destroyed our habits
My father burned lamb-fat
He was wolf, he was fox when walking in the dark
I am a chick and afraid
Like the mice seeing cat
I hate you Edison
I hate you Edison
Invention of the lamp
And wires and cables
Then they came like flood
Radio and TV and desk top
And the phone that Bell brought
I hate you Edison
I hate you Edison
And hate Bell
There’s no White-Christmas
We have Ice-Christmas
Time is lost
Food is lost
Roads mirror
Day is dark, same as night
And fuel is scarce, cars in line
We’re addicts
These drugs you’ve brought
I hate you Edison
I hate you Edison
And hate Bell
And your kind
Give me back my nature
Machete and jungle
My igloo, caravanserai, my Chador and tepee