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Poem Of Hatred

by sayeed-abubakar

When, like cancer, people fear war and death as a rat fears a cat; when people detest war and death like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia; when a bright city crowded like a river full to the brim gets vacant all on a sudden just after seeing a gun- what can the city be named then? Avoiding war is the nature of the Queen of Sheba because a woman means getting boiled like an egg lying under the aggressive virility of a man surrendering completely to his lust; and a man is always like the King Solomon, at whose beckoning with finger the Queen of Sheba along with her state gets belonged to him. But what a city is it, where the disgraced men hearing the name of war enter the latrines running fast like the patients of diarrhoea? What an ill-fated country is it, where men and women calumniate the war in their sky-rending chorus? In ancient days women chose only knights and warriors as their bridegrooms; and for their beloved heroes, they made ready their shields and swords so that they could leap into the fathomless beauty of war if the battle-drum was heard beating. When they returned to their homes, their wives welcomed them laying their hearts and tears of eyes under their feet. If they got martyred, the wives felt proud of losing their husbands, as the full Moon feels proud of sacrificing her light for the earth. When a woman gets inclined only to her body, when no noble thought can enter her brain except the thought of her uterus, only then she clasps her bed-mate like pincers listening to the sweet slogan of a procession. But tell me, o ass men, which cancer makes men such boneless like earth-worms? Being affected by which tuberculosis, men start shouting heart and soul like asses, saying 'Save!Save!’ listening to the maddening war-song in the air and the sky? When people detest war and death like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia, that habitation then can be called a country of worthless people where the sun should not rise ever, it should not rain and crops should not grow in the fields.
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Dec 13, 2015
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This poem in read in English Honors at Niwot school in Colorado, USA

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