Sayeed Abubakar

(21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Poem of Hatred


When, like cancer, people fear war and death
as a rat fears a cat;
when people detest war and death
like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell
which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia;
when a bright city crowded like a river full to the brim
gets vacant all on a sudden just after seeing a gun-
what can the city be named then?

Avoiding war is the nature of the Queen of Sheba
because a woman means getting boiled like an egg
lying under the aggressive virility of a man
surrendering completely to his lust;
and a man is always like the King Solomon,
at whose beckoning with finger the Queen of Sheba
along with her state gets belonged to him.
But what a city is it, where the disgraced men
hearing the name of war enter the latrines running fast
like the patients of diarrhoea?
What an ill-fated country is it, where men and women
calumniate the war in their sky-rending chorus?

In ancient days women chose only knights and warriors
as their bridegrooms; and for their beloved heroes,
they made ready their shields and swords
so that they could leap into the fathomless beauty of war
if the battle-drum was heard beating.
When they returned to their homes, their wives welcomed them
laying their hearts and tears of eyes under their feet.
If they got martyred, the wives felt proud of losing their husbands,
as the full Moon feels proud of sacrificing her light for the earth.

When a woman gets inclined only to her body,
when no noble thought can enter her brain
except the thought of her uterus, only then
she clasps her bed-mate like pincers
listening to the sweet slogan of a procession.

But tell me, o ass men, which cancer makes men such boneless
like earth-worms? Being affected by which tuberculosis,
men start shouting heart and soul like asses, saying 'Save! Save! '
listening to the maddening war-song in the air and the sky?

When people detest war and death
like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell
which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia, -
that habitation then can be called a country of worthless people
where the sun should not rise ever, it should not rain
and crops should not grow in the fields.

Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012
Edited: Friday, May 11, 2012

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It is a revolutionary poem composed in a mood of satire.

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  • Hazel Durham (12/9/2012 8:37:00 AM)

    Amazing language colourful, rich, potent, sensual and so powerful hits you straight between the eyes! Inspired write! (Report) Reply

  • Zakaria Hossain (5/22/2012 3:10:00 PM)

    I lose my language. Reading this poem, I got emotional. I only want to say that it is a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (5/13/2012 4:15:00 PM)

    Thanks for the kind invite, mate...honored!

    The ideas expressed in the poem make a lot of sense.
    I hope the war mongers and politicos try to listen to saner voices...
    Then……maybe....some lil mouths will sleep tucked and secure on a fuller belly....

    be happy..great feelings and inspiration

    sat (Report) Reply

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