Tents Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tents

Early in the morning,
Laborers were working,
Arrived a car, the police,
A short sound of a siren,
Made me pay attention,
To some tents erected.

The tenants were homeless,
Must have been well aware,
Of the laws' enforcement…

Reached out for camera,
Took a few photographs,
Men, women, did, did not,
Care for the police-laws,
Were slow like currents,
Behind a dam or a curve.

Far beyond two hours,
Took them till went away.

The homeless didn't care,
For the time and place.

In their eyes, their faces:
'Wonder why am here?
Well, there is a reason,
That is, you, you people,
Yes, you who never care,
For me, call us worthless! '

I stood and observed,
Their motion, behavior,
Their lagging reactions.

Boiled blood in my veins,
Like a kettle with bubbles,
Felt my nerves unsettled,
Pains grew in my neck,
So, whispered in silence:
'Can we expect respect? '