Three Thousand Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Three thousand

It was in September
That planes hit sisters.

My worker in peter
Came to me in tears.

Washington and Russia
That for long were at odds
United voice, shouted:
"Get rid of murderer! "

Bin Laden, suddenly
Was raised to sun's orbit.

Planes after planes
Carried bombs to murder
Bin Laden, and friends.

USA set flames
On living and the dead,
Thousands over thousands
Of old, young, men, women
With many children
Were killed and scattered…

The murdered and injured
Of Kabul to borders
Were not seen, considered!

"Three were the thousands
Of Yankees, " government.

Days and nights CIA
Arrested and tortured
Thousands of innocents
For sake of Bin Laden…

Wonder why silent are
One who lose beloved,
A White House vampire
Daily kills in thousands!