Who Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Who

Who calls who the terrorist?
And who are the saviors?

Whatever comes along,
Depends on who, why, when!

In old days
When people
Used mules,
And donkeys,
And horses,
Messages,
Took too long,
Arrived late!

They varied,
By the time,
Means to send,
Arrival!

The contents,
Messenger!

And of course,
Time received,
Recipients!

But today,
We can see,
Fast planes,
Jet engines,
Internet!

Open eyes, and ears,
You and I must accept,
The world has changed!

Therefore, be patient to,
Look around, redefine:
"Who are the terrorists?
And who are the saviors? "