To The Soldiers Poem by Taher Asif

From the devil's deeply plotted seeds,
You might see the ailing trees.
You might hear the blue leaves
Whining, 'Self-defense—you must fire the bullets.'

Dear soldiers,
Don't pull your triggers
To make the Investors and the Generals fat.
Don't bomb the so-called faceless enemies
To make the President great.

From the devil's deeply plotted seeds,
You might see the ailing trees.
You might hear the blue leaves
Whining, 'Peace and prosperity—you must fire the bullets.'

Dear soldiers,
Don't release the drones.
Hazard is contagious.
This trade is vicious.
Don't cut that fire loose,
Nor release the Kraken.
Don't dare to bear the dead's burden.
For haunted glory and butchers' gain.
Don't drag that Trojan horse back again.