Nassy Fesharaki

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Yemeni Bloodshed - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Yemeni Bloodshed

Years ago I flew
The soldiers and artists; and supply
We headed for Yemen
In Oman, Midway was home to land.

In chess of Washington-Kremlin, I was pawn.
Dirty War on Yemen; Murdering Civilians
Barefoot and sun-bitten Innocents.
I was dog of the dog.

As is said of Koran, Shahnmaeh must be called:
“The words of miracle not a book; a pamphlet.”
It is world; its fetus Galaxy, Black-Hole.
The daughters of Yemen interact with Iran.

Don’t tell me of the race
(Be Arab or Persian)
We are same; united if act wise.
Betrayer is the one, with the bombs.

This play, witchery, is not born; existed.
New dogs and the pawns repeat it.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 5, 2015


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