Kiev - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
My friend, my friend, my friend
My friends in Ukraine
Don’t be fooled, Kerry too is Putin
He is there for taking; not to give.
The motion of eyebrows, his blink
His smiles, sweet talks, aid to give
Are around just to fool
Both of them are witches
Leading to Ginger House
My friend in Ukraine
Be careful not to give
Hair to them; they’ll make it chain.
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