Pho Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Pho
Pho
By now I, know the ‘Pho'
It is plane with its wings
Takes me there
To wars of Vietnam
And murders, brutal.
All claimed: "For sake of freedom".
I had some classmates
They boiled weeds, vegetables
Problem with accents
"Fifty five" could not say.
Now here, in waiting
Feel those days
Hear them obscure
Hear us in shouting: "Stop war."
"Stop the bloodshed, claiming freedom."
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