3 Wars Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

3 wars

Veterans' day's columns
Are three elevens,
Day and month, and hour.

It is for recalling
The injured and the dead.

Being an ex-officer,
Take it as a reminder
Of a shame, damnation,
Yes, warlords, politicians,
Warmongers, arms makers,
War in their easiest business.

I was in three wars
Bangladesh and Dhofar
And Iraq with Iran.

I saw deaths, disasters,
Families that shattered,
The widows and orphans.

I saw the wasps, flies
When landing, taking off
On those killed, their blood.

And I lost my friends
That lost life, or legs, eyes.

The day of Veterans?
Veteran? What the hell?
Respecting once a year?

Ladies and gentlemen,
Forgive me, I want out!

To respect veterans
Search for the criminals.

They are the politicians
As well as warmongers.