Two Thieves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Two thieves

Once two thieves in sharing,
Saw, stole some donkey.

Halfway they fell in fight:
"I saw first, it is mine,
I pulled rein, it mine."

Donkey was tied to wall
And the fight dragged on.

A third thief, saw, noticed,
The poor, ignored, donkey,
Took that easy booty.

For many, many years
Afghans lived in trap
Of Tsars and London
Then, U.S.---Soviets!

Shameful is history
Of recent Middle East
And peoples' miseries.

Ignored are the booties,
Over them fight the thieves!

I see same in Ukraine,
Caribbean and Andes.

Their useful fertile lands
Are courts for chariots
And gallop the horses
Racing for the arms sale.