Blood's sacred, of the entire libation,
Bequeathed life, mankind's gift -
My herd for another year live in peace
My loss finds gain in other's happiness.
Of your treachery, my sold horns of pride
Of my dried skin, hangs on your shame.
The poise my disposition, expose,
The smallness, you bastard! You expose.
And for my freedom, my Eden alive,
And your envy, you constant-prisoner.
Let them know the curse, named man -
Let them know, the befallen shall befall.
Yours is strange love, when your coffers fill,
Yours love, when I see hung on the wall.
If my eloquence, did not deter you!
If I see you licking Hades' flames of wrath.
-Stop hunting Markhor (Endangered species, only 2500 mature individuals remain) and Ibex in Chitral, Pakistan. Bastards!
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 17,2014.
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