An Article Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

An Article



Stirring hot cup of coffee
Without saucer, heating my palms
And using the daily The New York Times
As table napkin, - having opened the window
There is rain of early spring.
I am reading an article impūnis
By Masood Farivar, veteran jihadi, author
Of ‘Confessions of a Mullah Warrior'.

Carrier it, a millennium of war literature
Confess it, vigilantes from other lands,
Put it incontext. You have landed
In the dream. You are free in Boston
Or New York.Earn a consultant's fee,
With Homeland Security. You are
Now, Voice of America. Thrived on
Petro-Riyals. You have made a sailing.
Out of murky waters. On your wall
Are fixed human heads, hangings made of
Human hair, colors drawn from human blood.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 2,2014.

Saturday, June 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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LANDMINE VICTIM: Landmine victim PaakBibi posed for a picture outside her house in a poor neighborhood of Kabul, Afghanistan, Tuesday. The girl and her grandmother each lost a foot after stepping on a landmine in 2010. (Dar Yasin/Associated Press) @ Thomas Mukoya
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