Seduce The Gods Poem by Usman Hanif

They're all famined
But the sheep still sing their songs
the gods are indifferent as they never were
Especiallly Ceres is wrathful;
As the crop has withered
but there is enough grass for us
I stand there with my mother
She stands calm, chewing the blade of grass
But how feared the farmers look!
They stand conversing with each other
They don't have to worry about us
But then they start observing us...
My mothers becomes terrified
She has smelled something
(she always smells the danger)
She starts bleating and orders me to run
But i need someone to guide me; to run
and to rebel our herd means living without herd
('cause all the other sheep are same calm)
Impossible!
Oh they're coming to me
'Hey, what are you doing! ',
I yell when they strangle me
My mother runs and hits one in the butt
Still they are taking me to the altar
The place that always thrilled me!
Ceres stands there, laughing at me
'They're going to sacrifice you', she says
Really, the farmers kill us,
to feed and bless their generation
And thats the wat the goddess of farming is satisfied
OH! THOSE HAND MADE gods!
Who get seduced by their sacrifices!
and bless them with the yield
The sharp blade awaits my neck
and the chance of hope is nill
Though the life of mine is in their hands
But my enthusiasm of seeing the death has atlast been fulfilled! ! !

15-07-2008