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Why doesn’t it cry out?

Read an interesting poem a couple of days ago by a relatively unknown poet. The original poem is in Urdu, but here is an english translation of it:

My forefathers spoke the truth as they saw it

For the glory of mankind, for honor’s sake

For the eternal light

This blood became a beacon for all those

Who stood against tyranny

And the blood flowing on battlefields, on crucifixes, in prisons

Declared their existence

That blood was evidence of man’s honor

Was a symbol of eternal light

 

And here am I, a barefoot man on the high way of need

Enchained and compromised by common comforts

I find myself watching…thinking..

If the blood of those forefathers flows in my veins

Why doesn’t it cry out?

-Iftikhar Arif