Puzzled Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Puzzled

Hear sound of the cars
Roads dry
The tires send signal.

Open is the window
Cool and soft is breeze
Like massage and her hands.

And dogs talk; as said mom
From box
Talk of oil and price.

And ISIS, that is bombed
And still wins the war and expands
And they all, together go to 9/11.

USA under bombs of Riyadh
Then; and now
with BC, Ottawa and Tehran.

I recall:
“Crazy can drop a pebble in a well.
Hundreds of wise-men can’t take out.”

If wealthy and dirty, crazy dictators are friends
To corrupts at the top
Regardless, the Bush of USA, or elsewhere.