My Heritage Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Sell my heritage
As you have none
How a someone
Who is not a goldsmith
Shall understand the value of gold
Sell my heritage
And my history
In pennies
Sell my pride
And my honor too
To those
Who have none
Corrupt me
With those pennies
That you collect in your bowl
Like a rabid dog
Tear my garment
To expose and to put me in shame
Tell me what your value is
Your value and your values
Ah unfortunate me
I have fallen in the hands of thieves
The hyenas
The vultures
My symbols
And my stories of the past
You are adamant to destroy
And against history
You will be judged
For this act
As I am injured
Bullet ridden
But still standing tall