The Dictator. Poem by Majid Zubedi

Fourteen hundred years ago, you martyred our Hussain;
Maybe history has been repeated again;
It is an eternal war between good and evil,
And you are today's Yazeed, O! Cruel-man.

How much you tried, but never be the Lord;
If you became powerful, but never be the God;
You martyred the Leader, but you burnt in the flames,
You killed Him, and your death became so hard.

It was your plot with a man of Kasur;
Maulvi Mushtaque was also caught to your lure;
You assassinated our Leader, in the prison,
And never knew about the flames of Bahawalpur.