Jim Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Jim

Jim is a veteran,
For UN, Canadian,
Defended the Muslims,
Now, he is against them.

'I wish I had not done so, '
He says and says out loud.

Angry he is with,
The Muslim refugees:
'I defended, help them,
With our food and shelter,
Now they want to own us! '

He behaves very wild,
In one case he was caught,
And tasered many times,
He collapsed and almost died.

These are all because he,
Witnessed and was caught in,
Gang murders, and saw killed,
Watched butchered corpses, legs.

'I was there and observed,
By the bullets he melted, "
He talks of heartlessness,
By both sides' warriors.

The war's art is filthy,
No matter who sees it,
Peace lover to fighter,
Yes, blood has a stain!

Welcomed Jim as my guest,
Found him sick, troubled,
Wonder whom to blame!

Oppressors or oppressed?
Leaders or warmongers?
The killers? Or murdered?