Living In Inferno Poem by Mohammad Younus

Living in an Inferno

Sometimes I feel distressed- -
When the troopers with heavy boots and guns
Baton charge the delicate flowers and lush green grass
Sometimes I feel pleased- -
When the native street dogs give vent
To their anger and fear
Bark at the dark-skinned patrolling pongs
Sometimes I feel pained- -
When I see mothers shouldering the coffins of children
Fighting the tyrants with clods and cotton balls
Whom they had borne under threat and terror
Whom they had reared with love, hope, and prayer
Sometimes I am angered- -
When I see the Dracula sucking the blood
Of the young boys playing in their graveyard
Where they went to play with their martyres
I am a born slave; I am a living slave
Don't tell me and advise-
Bear your slavery with patience and prayers
Bear your oppression and tyranny with sleep
Mother, don't sing me lullabies
I must keep a vigil, I hear the knock of the soldiers
So often smashing my door, to barge into my home
I will continue waiting in the thorny bushes
Until the marigolds and rosemaries flower and bloom
I have a dream of standing, remaining and expanding
In my own land, the paradise on the earth
But, now, turned into a blazing inferno