Holland Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Holland

Years are gone and victims must have died.
(Possibly and mostly)
Belongings were little bone, skin and some veins
(No flesh)
Rest was burned, destroyed by shelling and the bombs.

No-one talked of drones.

Old soldiers, in nineties are marching…
They fought then to save them.
“Thank you” people say.
Oldies are in medals.

Open eyes…open eyes…open eyes…

That Holland is no more
Instead, are Yemen; Africa, Syria, Libya.
Let us be such soldiers
Let’s go there to save them.
There will be “thank you”
Our medals their smiles.