Natasha and Vofka
I read the articles
Heart is pinched, eyes rivers
Stories similar
To many images
That I have of elsewhere.
Political, politicians, politics
To mankind are shame and tumour
Embarrass when lying for power.
Hey Mr. President
In place, elected
Or in line to become another…
Love to call you: 'Bullshit! '
Since you are murder
Even if in corner...
I have been here, there
To many places
In Europe, Asia
In both of Americas
And also Africa
Have photo-memories
Have noted stories
Of rivers of blood
Monuments, in and out
Most turning upside-down!
By change of governments
Arriving the looting invaders
I have seen shrines of an Ex-faith
Blazed and flattened for making a palace.
In Kabul, Dushanbe to Russia and Ukraine
I met girls, let's call each: 'Natasha'
Everyone opened heart to talk of a Vofka
(Partner who was sent to the war,)
They too were considered veterans
They fought where they were sent
One of such was killing the Afghans.
We were told: 'Celebrate for their deaths! '
Now look at the today's veterans…in Europe, America…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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