War-Child Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

War-Child

Speaking in despair
-came close to whisper
-my head pained with smell!
- (stinking of his mouth…)

At two shifts, he works hard
-one of them official
-another a moon-hunt…

Can't go home in between
-catches next without lunch!

I wonder, "What to do? "
- "Forgive? ", "Get angry? "

Refugee of the wars…
-both inside and outside…

He is all sacrifice
-wants to keep his pride.
-Runs home and children.
-Sends money for parents.
- (They live in Kandahar.)

Care for him with respect
-but his words cannot take
-is dogma, bad judgement!

I would bow to his faith
-if knew what it says!

Does not know, thinks he does
-same about friends, foes
- (The people and tribes…)

Constantly he repeats:
-My, My, My…

"My land and my people…"
-rest, he thinks: "Go to hell! "
-I believe: "War is shame! "