Debate Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Debate

Did you watch the debate?
Did you see five people?
Four men and one woman?

Didn't they look alike?
Five fingers of a palm?

The thumb, I, preferred,
Overall, they were the same,
Fingers have no brain!

Each of them, regardless,
Supported murderers,
With money, tanks, planes,
To kill the displaced!

Bloodshed!
Bloodshed!
Bloodshed!

Have a book, am reading,
Its author, a dervish,
He forecasts and foresees.

He says and I can see,
The United Nations,
Has growing numbers,
Independent members.

The United Fifty,
Soon will be broken,
Each will be a member,
To The United Nations…

That, of course, is after,
Moving headquarter,
To new places.

Maybe to Africa,
Somewhere in Asia,
Far from Long Island!