Three Wars Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Three wars

It is hard!
Yes, is hard!

How can I talk of war?
Why did I get involved?

How to talk?
How to talk?
How to talk?

Where and how can start?
I hated the war and, in war
I fell and, got involved!

Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

I was pawn and simple,
In chess game, they played.

Pawn is fooled:
"You are the defender, "
But kills and is murdered.

A pawn is like a dog
Powerful, jumping, barks
If near and close to master
But not when goes further,
Keeps its tail between legs!

Who am I?
How to talk?
It is hard!

Wish never was in need,
Had never joined army.

The Hell with lecturers:
"Revered are soldiers,
They are our defenders! "

Officials are lairs,
Senators are liars.

Those at top are liars,
The big shots are liars.

Being an officer
Flying Hercules
I obeyed an order.

India, Pakistan
Were fooled to go in war,
Excuse was Bengal.

We were cards of poker
And hardly were aware,
That were toys of gamble.

The master played games
Dirty, for loss and gain.

They bluffed thanks to us,
In times kept near chest,
Or in times, spread on table!

Good Muslims of CENTO
Were joined and supported
By Brits, USA…

Under this agreement
Muslims were united
Against the Soviets…

And we were their puppets,
Used, abused in their game!

My sorties, many days
Was part of dirty games
Pentagon's, CIA's…

Then Oman and Iraq,
Honestly hate the wars.