See...
the desert heart
waters its thirst.
Sweat
Blood
Tears...
The Desert demands
and buildings must rise...
Walls to be built.
Blocks formed.
Ill treated
those sweating hard at labor.
The earth runs red
beneath the tree of life...
Workers hanging like sheep
in the desert butchers' shop...
Where droplets fall
and blood flows.
And in this endless cycle...
those that are left behind
with red eyes weeping
leave rivers of tears
mourning those now gone
and the desert...drinks.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.2/Page.28
Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php?
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