And What If... Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

And what if …

I recall a colleague
A major and pilot.

Had his hand hung on neck
That source of joy, comfort
Had fallen, the hand was broken
Angry full of hate, and tear
Insisted to go back to collect
Bodies and parts that were severed
He could read in my eyes my wonder
Turned thunder and cried with reason:
"Collected bags of hands
And the legs and the feet severed…"
He went back to place bombarded
By Saddam's air-planes, devoted
By the Western allies, Soviets
All of them deaf and dumb and silent
Saddam was a friend and Reagan's.

Time went by and things changed
No Western saw butchered…
Pain remained for alive…
And the dead was long gone.

Each drop of blood became seed
Fell and found its ground
To grow for harvest…
This is how came ISIS…

Mesmerised I question:
What if that was here?

Stand up shake my hand
Let's unite for Yemen
There the bombs fall daily,
Destroy everything constantly
I have seen some photos of the dead
Men turned ash; it hurts nerves.

Mesmerised I questioned:
What if that was here?