Music To My Ears Xxxix Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Music To My Ears Xxxix



Music to my ears, colors to my eyes
The uncouth name, a revolution bears
I have fought for and against
Unsung heroes, bright eyed -
By your side, fair ladies of high heels.

This is not the Achilles' song, martyrs
Are not only men. Children do die for
Causes, their mothers teach them.

In the times of universal decay
Let's share abjectness, poverty
Our sold souls, ah, you need to join
The dots, of immense potential, charged.

Their chins are stuck to the chest
Their eyes ‘death' and their tongues lie.
It just needs to be on your mouth
Those drunk with the taste of wine
Of freedom. Why? It would not lead them
Heads walking on feet, with drunkards' courage.

The decadence of weltering flowers,
Who never bloomed to spring
Who with the murder of their fathers
Buried their hopes, and returned, tired
Whose hearts never love, whose minds
Never thought. Day and night, day and night.

I am fighting this war with you
Alongside, a silting time's sands
Although I have a burned house, a broken pride.
In this newness, will I be the peripheral onlooker?
A pawn, and my hills and valleys and clouds
Rain blood, human flesh. When will my sword
Adorn the walls, and my shoes take rest?

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
September 16,2014.

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Forms of Resistance was a large show at the Vanne Abbe Museum, Eindhoven, Netherlands 2007. Artists and the desire for social change from past to present. @ www.kennardphillipps.com
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