Celebration
Raha Sohaib | February 6, 2008 | no comments
Mothers!
Mothers of the nations that burn.
Burn with the insecurity of our kings,
who sit back and see the mothers of nations
beg for the lives of their sons.
The sons they bore with equal pain as Queens did.
As queens bore their princes.
These mothers waited for their sons to return home,
now they wait for their funeral.
They are the mothers of nations
rich in oil; such a sin!
So let us cut throats and spill oil;
Let us celebrate funerals and light candles
at their graves!
Let us call this celebration as democracy!
Category: Poems
