Aman Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aman

Once spent too much time
intensely, day and night
studied the borders of Afghans
include Pakistan and Iran.

One question on my mind:
"What went wrong? "

Poor people on borders used as pawns…
by powers, internal, external
Saudis, Bahrainis to Russians
and of course West's Satan…

One young pawn was Aman
active and ambitious as if pump
filled with air like balloon
abusers in sheep's coat did arrive.

At the end for their gain
peace was reached
Aman was paid price as had been
"The Dad Shah" before him.

Now news of Trump
attacking Veteran; an Arab
takes me back to that time…

Want to shout:
"Risking life is great
for facing such ruling
children of crimes
born and raised immoral."

Want to use a PA at Dundas Square:
"Politics, I know well, is bastard.
We, in mass act as pawns."

I sure hate these devils
I feel sad for the ones losing life
by bullets, IEDs, or drones…