War Veteran Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

War Veteran

I see him, skinny, boney faced
Sunken Eyes visible thanks to brows
His hand is a stick off a bough.

He is a Hazareh…
Hazareh in Iran…
Bitter fact everywhere
Many ask "Hazareh? "
Same question in Iran burns me deep.

I know them
Avalanche in gorges of my face
Out of eyes freezes, hail showers.

No, never did I say
"They are all innocent! ! ! "
But question:
"Time, why, when? "

For answer check borders
Abdurrahman an Afghan
And Russo Britain "Neutral Zone".

Hazareh was to lose, price-paid
Sacrificed for their look and their faith.
They lost home turned to toys.

Scattered from then…
They are seen everywhere, and in wars…
Among them "toy soldiers" in Reagan's
Imposed war of Iraq on Iran
Europe turned to vulture with good hunt.

Abandoned and ignored
I see this example
And I burn
Feel ashamed to be man; of Iran
We, mankind, are the worst animal…