Burn Them Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Burn them

Had fled war's flame,
Was brought to hotel,
Wearing a white skirt!

Fear of bombs and Baath
And attacked of the tanks
Had scared her, was pale!

She bled…

In her eyes had tears
For husband, officer
That stayed to defend.

Her body, at elsewhere
Saw her menstruation!

In such times, many are
Giving and generous
But told me a friend:
"Always are some devils! "

She was war's refugee,
Penniless, no money,
And her needs plenty,
Urgent one was tampon!

Was shattered and scared
For the life of husband,
Blood on white skirt
Made her to hide away…

Came to her a devil
An offer for exchange:
"Your body in my bed…"

In corner of my mind
I can feel Karabakh:
"Family burn the house! "

I know of refugees…