It Is Time Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

It is time

They tell me:
Four were killed;
Some say: "Six…"

Regardless of number
Remember
You murdered!

Therefore, you
Are killers.

You who wear uniform
And march on as soldiers
Tell me "Why, on what base? "

Why can you be correct?
And others, wrong, error?

Just because you are the
European? British? Of US?

See your time ticks "the end? "
You must leave forever…

Therefore you
Listen well
Your end is in sick bed
Death, close and near!

You are the murderer!
Must become the fallen!

If dead was near the
City of Fresno
Or in the campus or,
On road in Toronto
Or maybe in Iraq
Or Kabul, Lebanon;
You are the murderer,
You, the rich and ruler
Must become the fallen!