I Hold The The Unbloomed Buds Poem by Mohammad Younus

I behold the unbloomed buds,
Waiting unfolding,
But killed before blossoming,
Gift of God, snatched too soon,
Their forced death,
Leaves me breathless,
Swallows me whole,
Helplessly I watch:
Rooting out indigenous flowers,
Planting cactus in their stead,
Our buds becoming brown,
Withering and falling down,
Trampled under feet,
By psychotic pluckers
Heartbreaking genocide!
Planned ethnic cleansing!

Mykoul