#11: Hang Me And Rid Me Of The Pain…

Hang Me And Rid Me Of The Pain…

By: Syed Umar Shams Shah.

An ordinary human I happen to be;

Living in a place, extraordinaire…

Where every soul is a beacon of hope;

The people so lively, the culture so vibrant.

But O’ Ye my friend! don’t read me wrong,

My heart is not gleaming,

For I am in the pain inconceivable

To see my brethren trampled,

Hounded, harassed, bruised and defiled,

My people have been bearing it for long.

The beast of oppression has ruined my land –

Raising the heaps of dead.

I passed by a grave, which looked so small;

There a kid lay at rest, peacefully inside

I heard his echo, calling out for my soul,

“Why did my oppressor send me here?”

I caged my soul by choking its conscience

Telling the child he is not alone,

Tears rolling down, I whispered to him;

“My soul has been suffocated with heavy boots, my son!”.

I passed by a sister, who called on me,

“Has my tormentor been taken to the cage?”

I hung my head in heavy shame,

For I couldn’t tell her, they still roam free.

I passed by a mother, her son she did not see,

I heard a dad cry for his lad,

I passed a village, where ghosts rule,

For the abodes of people are left no more,

I heard the shrieks of people exiled;

I met a martyr whose blood still dripping;

I saw the horrid tales of suppression,

I saw my nation, fettered in chains…

A shooting pain is piercing my soul;

The pain of seeing my house on fire;

For I can’t have a shelter again,

Torch me and rid me of the pain.

For I can’t console my child again,

For I can’t save my life again

For I can’t bear the pain again.

Hang me and rid me of the pain…

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