It Hurts Me Poem by Mohammad Younus

It hurts me I have lost,
The original sense of man,
Born free without shackles,
Never exists in my land,
I've lost my freedom and peace,
Inside the saffron dungeon,
Where I am bitten and pained,
By snakes and scorpions,
It hurts me when the Intruders,
In my garden trample and crush,
Under the armoured boots,
My roses, tulips, and narcissus,
It hurts me when I ask for help,
From gravediggers and killers,
As they cannot grant my prayer,
It hurts me when I write on a note,
I love peace, I love freedom
Because that is torn into pieces,
It hurts me when I play on my guitar,
As the prison warden chops,
My fingers and breaks my guitar.

Mykoul