French Wine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

French Wine

Each second, hear the
War alarms and sirens!

Then, one of NCOs,
Also, a good friend.

Open mind,
Open heart,
He crossed.

Did cross
The borders,
North to South,
East and West!

Got married in Shiraz,
Not to Kurd, as he was,
But local, so, crossed
The color, race, blood.

Devoted he was like
Sibling, dad, or Mom,
To victims of Saddam.

To hotel went to help
Refugees that arrived
Ruined, lost, broken.

"Feel ashamed…"
He told me
About a dirty scene.

"Saw wife of officer
Left behind to defend,
She was in white dress,
Fear caused menstruate,
She bled,
You know where…"
Putting hand on his eyes
He covered and cried:
"…feel ashamed…"

Then and there a brute
Appeared of nowhere
He offered to give help:
"If she comes in my bed! "

Saw eyes of my friend
In tears, had turned red,
Yes, I know about wars
Inside out, up and down!

I saw the Kuwaitis
On the run, escaping.

Witnessed in UAE,
Paled faces in running.

Had flights for Bengal
Delhi, war, Pakistan.

And Ukraine of today
Burns me and causes pain.

Recall Yankees, Iraq,
Bottles of French Wine
Renaming French-Fries,
Crazy, to show off.

Disagree with today's:
"Take Vodka from shelf."

Avoid games, stupid
And plant a love seed
That grows peace-tree.

Have friends on both sides,
In Ukraine and Russia,
Mean to help but cannot!

Am eager to see them,
Invite them, treat them,
Are homeless, no address,
So, pray, wish them well.