If Them Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

If them

Wish I was one of those
Passengers in the air.

They knew nothing of
The dirty games played
By few warmongers
In Tehran, USA
And devils helping them.

Boeing will sell planes
And Russia the missile
That shot that aeroplane.

Losers were and remain
The normal, poor people.

Wish I was one of the
Passengers in the air
That flew unaware.

I flew thousands of
Tactical, air-missions
Times and times lost friends
That crashed, hit ground
Turned to thousands-pieces...

For me is easy to
Visualise scattered
Body parts and plane's…

Wish I was one of the
Passengers in the air
That flew unaware.

In mind, I do see the
Politics, business
Fishing in mud-water.

Since cannot forget the
Innocents that are dead
Wish I was one of them.