Who hast of all the things brought
This war who knew what terror was
I sat thinking under the big mulberry tree
The soft wind of the silvery afternoon
When pelts are blown towards heights away
Who hast of all the things brought
When the colonel was standing to erase
The old bazaar and was not allowed
To trade rotten vegetables and meat
Hanging from their back feet to the trees
Who hast of all the things brought
The preacher who never saw a gun
Now on gun point speaks to the rudiment
Free speech with green pastures cold water
Peaches and apples and apricots almonds dry
Who hast of all the things brought
The nexus of corruption depriving the poor
Their rights and the man in ethnic demeanor
To represent who is from thousand years back
Who protects the freedom as freedom of man
Is not in community with the politics
The conscious or sitting idle to bring freedom
Who hast of all the things brought
Destruction to schools and minds aloft
Guns for roses they hand over to the hot
Headed in the tradition of splendid isolation
Who hast made the difficult more difficult
Who hast robbed me of peace and tranquility
Who hast given me guns for roses
30/4/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
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