Assault On The Graves Poem by Nida Nawaz

The fascists spare not even the graves
Upon the sleep of the earth
They lash the marks of their whips
They are frantic
For memories too bear witness
Thus they wage war against the dead
Every grave is not a closed book
It is the heartbeat of history.
What they seek to break
Is not the spine of the dead
But the backbone of remembrance
Yet the names buried beneath the soil
Do not perish beneath the crack of the whip
After every rain
They rise again
As the grass of truth.