Two thieves
Once two thieves in sharing,
Saw, stole some donkey.
Halfway they fell in fight:
"I saw first, it is mine,
I pulled rein, it mine."
Donkey was tied to wall
And the fight dragged on.
A third thief, saw, noticed,
The poor, ignored, donkey,
Took that easy booty.
For many, many years
Afghans lived in trap
Of Tsars and London
Then, U.S.---Soviets!
Shameful is history
Of recent Middle East
And peoples' miseries.
Ignored are the booties,
Over them fight the thieves!
I see same in Ukraine,
Caribbean and Andes.
Their useful fertile lands
Are courts for chariots
And gallop the horses
Racing for the arms sale.
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