Our Death Poem by Usman Hanif

Cut my throat, garnishee my head
Lets make the price of the dead
Claim the rewards and be proud
Never feel ashamed on your crime
Kill the thoughts twixt your head n heart
Teach your soul, tear the conscience apart
Sing my requiem, die of hunger
Be calm in the corpse
Leave no thought to linger
Break all the lights, leave the grave dark
Lift your head right from the start
So, lets arrange our death in a new style
Thrill the God with our new profile...

08-03-2008