Rap Iii War On Terror Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Rap Iii War On Terror



Years ago, we fought a war, a war of religion, against the infidels, people who slept, with sisters and daughters, people who had no sense of morality, in our rationalization, we created fiction, of science and religion, mixed them together, the three great religions against one religion, we named it cold war, but for us it remained warm, warm as hell, and then the Frankenstein monsters, invaded our land to take refuge, thought of creating an empire big, by destroying others, now after two decades, again in war, and who knows till when,
An old woman waiting for the husband, to come back, is given the news of her dead son, she comes to know, that her young son had gone to earn, bread for the family, but here he is, back in a sack, for he had turned into a suicide bomber,
The politician in the corridor one day said, the price of the food, in the street, shall go down, in three days, the prices of power up by half,
The school going children, now worried, for they receive threats of being bombed to death, for learning languages, girls in the high school have stopped, going to the school, for their schools have been burnt,
Escalation in war, hunt to go on, across the border, in every border, the rhetoric of the sole superpower,
That man sitting under the tree thinks, it is all divine but what do you say?
11/9/2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 11 September 2008

may be the man under the tree is right after all...who knows...everything is part of the divine design!

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