Weaponized Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Weaponized

Had dream at midnight;
Saw corpses dead, alive,
In floods of blood!

The dollar, Greenback
Was maroon, red, orange
From chests and skulls
Of the sick, immigrants.

No song of nightingale
But, bullets, instead!

Apocalypse was in full
Fallen were lights in pools.

It was none but nightmare,
Merchants had all gathered,
They sold guns and planes
As drones and fighters
And sabres and daggers.

Advertise was simple
"Kill from the distance
Use dagger if that fails, "

"Keep gases in store;
Those used in Vietnam
To blame Viet-Cong."

"CIA, make Fact Book
Fill it with Fake-News."

"Advertise, brainwash
Spare arms in civil
And call it USAID,
Keep priest in sleeve."

Greenback was yellow
In the hands of drowned
When capsized dingy boat
On the waves and ignored!