Wars Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wars

It snows, blizzard,
I stare at my birds,
To forget, I'm tired,
Of wars of humans!

My mother is nature,
When it lacks humans,
These greedy demons,
These mean and brutal,
Bloodsucking vampires!

Look at her on stage,
(The singer O'Connor,)
Is ripping a picture…

That is long before the,
Fact-finding-First Nations,
Of the Scooped children…

War and war and murder,
Genocides, Bloodsheds,
Led by faith, religion!

I look deep and remain,
The searcher for reason,
For the birds' arrival,
To her, tearing a picture.

First is need, and escape,
For the food, of hunger.

And second is to care,
For the harmed children,
By Pope and his leaders!

Cure and medicine,
To avoid this sickness,
Easily can be found,
In passion, in kindness,
Give little food, shelter,
Live, let live with justice.