Pan Am 103 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pan Am 103

"Sleeve, eat, sleeve, eat, "
Said mullah…

People heard, looked around,
Eyes focused on mullah…

"This food is, not for me,
But for the coat, sleeve…"

Story has it that
This was his second time.

First, he came at the door
Wearing his work-clothes.

When he was rejected
After change he returned:
"Sir, please, Sir, Sir, Sir, "

"This food is not for me,
Therefore, eat my sleeve."

The host is USA
And the guests must obey
If not killed and murdered
And blamed for terror…

Look at the exchanges
Guantanamo, single cells
Around world, interrogations
And tortures and tortures
And shamelessly shot at
When within own border.

See Yemen to Iraq
Pakistan, all Afghans
Bolivia, Venezuela…

Then do a deep research
And question: "Why Pan Am? "
And "Why Nine Eleven…? "