Number Ten Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Number ten

Number ten
when talking of London
is
to me
an anarchist
dirtiest to be seen.

Number ten
in this site of work
with its time changes
revealed the dirtiness of
construction biz,
which grows from the seed
of ego, lies and greed.

Abused are labourers
amused are supervisors
gaining is for thief investor.

Salary-payments are delayed!

Each board and nail
every screw, brick, paint
is coated in dishonesty, cheating.

Poor is the client who will know
only after many years…

Then the sewage will flush
and the walls will blush
rosy and pinkish but not
with expensive makeup!

Being a part of this operation is
in fact, shame
what a dirty game! ! !

To be happy one must
be blind if not,
cheat, steal, pretend
and ignore to the end…