A Tribute To Baba Najmi, A Punjabi Poet From Lahore, Pakistan Poem by Ravi Kopra

I am like a buffalo bull
whose eyes are blindsided
a yoke is put on its shoulders
and asked to move in circles all day
to draw fresh water from the ground.
Where does the water go?
To water my neighbor's fields? No
It will go to the cotten fields of
major general Mohammad Hamid Khan of
the mighty army of Pakistan.
He controls all wealth in Lahore.
He controls all of us.
We sweat for him every day.
His job was to fight the enemy
and keep Pakistan safe.
He chose to make us his enemy
and keep himself safe.
This is our Pakistan
the pure land of Muslims
says a follower of Baba Najmi.