He Is Bomb Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He is bomb

At place where I work
To earn, learn and obtain
Little of everything,
Saw a youth at pray
My heart fell.

I rather the faithful
To faithless
Anything, regardless.

But fear blind faith
It can be dangerous
Whatever, regardless.

I saw this and timeless
One of them was Hashem
An afghan, arrested
To him, as a homeless
Kabul was everything
And rest of his love, home.

He could turn into bomb.

In Cyprus, in a church
Same was right
Of a young Lebanese Christian.

He could turn into bomb.

In Khojand I saw same
Detained by KGB
Members of Hezb-al-Tahrir.

Somehow I by mistake
Turned to sand in current
Luckily arrested so I learned.

The same goes for this man
A Kurd, Turk, and Sunni!

He too can blast as does a bomb.