Awacs Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

AWACs

Some people wonder why
I have been in and out
When talk is about the war!

Unaware, most of them
Act like saw, axe, hammer,
Judging a book by the cover.

I flew Hercules
In and out of borders,
Logistics and secrets.

Then, weighed the relations
Of Iran…USA…

Felt slave!
Felt slave!
Felt slave!

Two planes had number
Unlike rest, were coded,
In them had instruments!

On contours of borders
Of Iraq, their friends
We flew, recorded
Classified and cyphered.

This far, things were OK
But the shock came later.

Bald Eagle was master
And crew, were slaves!

None of us ever learned
Of the AWACs gathered.

We felt like the gardener
Deprived, not permitted
To use, taste his harvest,
I hated UFC, USA, CIA!