$800 M Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

$800 M

Born and raised in Iran
Joined the Sufi, later
Fell in love with people.

My mentor, Maulana
Or Rumi, for outside.

I witnessed from depths,
Arms dealing business.

Rose against warmongers
And opposed all weapons
Both Russian and Western.

I could not like Saddam,
Nor Mullahs, nor Reagan,
My feelings went viral
And made me leave Iran.

An officer I had been
In Air Force and Army
Knew the guns and bombs
That purchased Iran's Shah.

Mostly, arms suppliers
Were U.K., USA,
If not them, their friends.

Those Yankees in Kiev
To Ukraine want to sell.

The talk's core is to fight,
Not on the peaceful life.

Thanks to the Pentagon
Billions of Dollars,
Is headed for Ukraine,
Not to heal the injured
But for more bloodshed,
The arms and armaments
Help to kill, be murdered!