Your Winning Colors Xiv Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Your Winning Colors Xiv



Peevish tweets, deceptive stratagem
Blood on arms, the night's a battle -
Could you be worth, the falling monarch,
To go in history, to match the march.

Deaths numerous, raise hands on children;
The wise say, pray for an enemy -
Of equal grace, or a generous demeanor.
O pity! Dawn ascends, still in your surround.

-On the police action against peaceful protesters, leaving hundreds injured and a score dead
on August 30,2014 in Islamabad.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
August 31,2014.

Sunday, September 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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