A Tale Of Two Clerics Iv Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

He speaks with sealed lips, lest the sinner tongue,
May utter, bespoke truth. The angel on the left arm
Keeps the count. The paradise herein hangs in doubt.
The other is seized diesel engine, needs a push,
Remains in green pasture. His angel sits on right arm.
They are the two horns of Hulagu's helmet,
Their cronies want to shut ears and eyes,
Of you and me, others habit hit below the belt,
Touch their ears with both hands, spit on a moral bit
Because freedom is in the air. Liberty never descends,
It ascends, from a mutual murmur, from unsung songs
From when the heart leads, from when the head thinks.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
August 22,2014.