City Of Joy Poem by Usman Hanif

when i walk down the street
i feel the pain in my feet
the pain of the misery, the regret
of the wounds that always bled
when i see, where i ought to live
i get nothing, what would i give
to live, give n take is necessary
otherwise, to only demand is herassy
In the street where i getup to die
and where i am resurrected again
the pale hands of mine
the dark eyes of mine
the bleeding brain of mine
everything seems fine
my misery is divine
my misery?
when i see the murderers
when i see the gamblers
when i see the thieves
their hands full upto the sleeves
with the wealth of those
with the blood-bathed corpses
are all their innocent foes!
this is my misery and their pleasure
my conscience, their wealth, all treasure
one day i would be their enemy
and they would backstab me
with me they need to tackle
and remove the last obstacle

then we both would feel the pleasure
me in divinty and soul that could fly
and them, in their own city of joy...

15-01-2008