Vih Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

VIH

How I wish I had been
Never inside mother,
To be born, man, later.

In times I wish had been
Blind, Deaf, Disabled.

Life is hard if you see
Inside out, all around;
Not a line but circles;
And all of directions.

Princess Haya is
Daughter of King Hussein
(Of Jordan; him I met!)

I know her, not direct
But through her father
As well as her husband.

In hiding lives lady;
She fears her husband.

He is a brutal, dictator;
Sheikh, Ruler of Dubai.

His daughter, too, escaped;
News says: "Was captured! "

He is the best friend
Of killer, MBS
(Both friends of Donald!)

Once liaison officer
In Amman of Jordan
I know these and suffer.

I managed the flights
We carried the soldiers
As well as the horses…
(That we called: "VIH! ")