Those Trees Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Those trees

Tonight, I go to bed,
In my mind a woman.

She is of Israel,
Intend to forgive her.

She, one of the soldiers,
Cheated, forced, drafted,
Was sent to the frontiers,
Has confessed to mistakes,
And deserves forgiveness.

I rewrote this poem,
Kept only the title.

Every word was a sword,
Now use them to comfort.

People are different,
Both civil and soldiers.

The good and bad are there,
Sinners are commanders,
Ministers, presidents.

Look at wars, everywhere,
Murderers and murdered,
They are the poor soldiers,
Unknown to each other!

But Putin and Biden,
And others of the same,
The characters on stage,
Run the shows as actors!

I observe the bare feet,
Teenagers with pebbles,
High-rises and the trees,
And plants, and waters,
Yankees are paymasters,
They cause the bloodshed!