Sadiqullah Khan


Equipment - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Don’t sell them out, Doctor!
Apothecary, don’t make beds
Of your children of it, play swings.
Since you lose heads, by thievery,
Inability and ignorance and apathy,
And the gains of my tails –
Or the severed limbs of daughters,
Have to be operated upon,
But don’t break them often.
Dispenser! I plead thee,
For there is nothing in my dispen-
Sation for your satiation, Mafioso!

For I have given up holding
Two revolvers by my waist.
But this time have mercy,
Don’t sell them out and in your
Register add some photos and marks,
Of verification. Because you may,
Point out at the falling stone walls
Or a junk of corrugated stolen sheets,
From colonial times and say,
That this the operating table, and that
Is the machine of x-ray, or the scissors
And scalpels used to fleece sheep,
Because you wear goat’s hair,
To repair broken bones of poverty.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
August 5,2015.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The World Health Organization (WHO) estimates (pdf) that as much as 80 percent of medical equipment in some countries is donated or funded through foreign sources, but only 10 percent to 30 percent of the donations are ever put into operation. @ innovation Toronto,2013.
Airdropping medicine, Haiti

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2015



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