Oh mirror on the wall
That day too
Like today, was very special
One had died; my sister
As crew in plane I flew with anger
We headed for Yemen
We carried food, soldiers
Airport was their neighbor's
(Called Midway)
We, friends and Yemen
Complied USA's
"Moscow's filled with Godless.
Christians and Muslims
We are one, united
We love God and our God
Lord, Allah, is the same."
We took guns, logistic
Even songs, music
We took men on their feet
Brought them in ‘Taboot'
(Stretchers)
Many died; Yemenis and our men
Finally Moscow fell.
Packed and left; USA.
No support, food or life
Yemenis left in dark
Lies; hidden; came to light
Rational; the friends became foes.
Now NY and Paris;
The Yemen of those days
Deaths; blood and murder
By friends of those days
‘Oh mirror on the wall...'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem