On Friendly Terms - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
We are on friendly terms
And you are soldiers, you want us
Mourn the martyrs.
You have a silken thread made from rags,
Stolen from empty destruction.
You have drums of celebration,
And have hired ‘songsters from cemeteries'.
‘Since we are friends and you are soldiers too'
So, what you have belong to us all.
You have made a train of walls
And airlifted stones.
Winded the trees, plucked the flowers
Chewed the fruits, you are
A storm of locusts on green fields,
And now you are eating
On leaves, stems and thorns.
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