The Rebel Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The spirits
And the demons of the surrounding
The harshness of the nature
And the absolute darkness
As if some one has eclipsed the moon
Into total oblivion
And when the sun is
Cold and has stopped producing heat
And energy
And sustenance
And when the earth has disowned
The inhabitants
And the mothers cry
That what has happened to their wombs
Some evil spirits and demons
Some rituals ancient
Why they cannot give birth
To the rebels
Like earth
And like nature
The mothers have abandoned
The birth of
Children of worth
They have turned barren too
The drought
And the search for a piece of bread
The teaming populace of the streets
And vast majorities in villages
Had it not been for the blood
They would have disowned them
The stray dogs as someone calls them
They grow like weeds and bushes
And die before they reach the age of fruition
Or give birth to further weeds and bushes
And disowned and cursed by nature
They have left the land pure
To the wolves
Wolves with their mouths jaws and teeth
Red with blood and greed
Lust and gluttony
To devour humanity
Where is the rebel
The rebel who will die on the street
Or moan with pain in some stable
Or being crushed under the feet
In this law of the jungle
They live with an illusion
Of poppy flower
Red in color
And intoxicating
But ultimately
Leading to disaster
Where is the rebel
And where are the rebels
The rebels born to mothers
Who wanted them to be the masters
Of their destinies
Where is that spirit of love
That devotion and the cause
That inner awakening
And that march of the feet
To remind the earth
And the sun
And the dark nights
And the silver in the hair of the mother
And grandmothers
That ultimately
After centuries
The prayers
And the soothsayers
And the wishes of the beloveds
The week and the ones who cannot
And the children
And the heavens
That a standard bearer is born
Lets die fighting
Than to be devoured by the wolves