Stirring hot cup of coffee
Without saucer, heating my palms
And using the daily The New York Times
As table napkin, - having opened the window
There is rain of early spring.
I am reading an article impūnis
By Masood Farivar, veteran jihadi, author
Of ‘Confessions of a Mullah Warrior'.
Carrier it, a millennium of war literature
Confess it, vigilantes from other lands,
Put it incontext. You have landed
In the dream. You are free in Boston
Or New York.Earn a consultant's fee,
With Homeland Security. You are
Now, Voice of America. Thrived on
Petro-Riyals. You have made a sailing.
Out of murky waters. On your wall
Are fixed human heads, hangings made of
Human hair, colors drawn from human blood.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 2,2014.
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