In The Middle Of War Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Dance in the middle of war,
None to the horns of bugled demise,
Collectively thrown upon
The surface of earth is ashen
White, rivers boil with
Molten earth
We become fossil fuels
Of another evolving genera
From coldest ice
Until the sun decides to return
And the moon golfed near.
Dance in the middle of war,
Demise, celebrate like wedding
None can stop you,
But the doomsayer, stop
Sermonizing,
It will soon mean nothing
If we rise to ‘collective consciousness'
That we all living things here
Have a span of one hundred years,
Real, as real as you are -
In the middle of war, dance
Dance friends, dance,
Dance to your own rhythms
Dance before damnation takes over.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 18,2018.