Prime Minister Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Prime Minister

Recently saw a man
He cried and cried and cried
Imagine graveyard, on lost child…

Journalist as I am
Curious to learn all
Like a worm I crawled.

I chewed the "Sorry but…"
As was of tobacco in old days
In my mouth I held words.

Finally a spit
And we talked!

Now my turn and my time
Do the same…at his joke…
"Want to be Donald Trump! "

He too is a rapist
Mother Earth
Charlatan and racist
Against his siblings
A liar and cheater
Wealth his dear love
Hoards and saves!

He takes land with tricks
If found built: "Demolish! "
Then mass of polymers, plastic
Tons of woods, kills trees
To sell pins of the pigs
To people in bad need
With ten folds benefit
Cubicles he builds and
Advertise calls them: "Home"
Adds cement, concrete
Names condoms, "the condos…"

"Tell me please; why cry?
"Our system does not have president; just PM! "