Bloody Streets Poem by Mohammad Younus

Bloody streets! where do they lead?
Tell me, to freedom or oppression?
My eyes see them red with native blood,
Strewn with the bodies of innocent boys;
Heinous gunners inflict desolation...
Upon the masses, for quelling rebellion,
The natives must not raise their voice,
They silence the hotheads therefore,
They torch their homes in crackdown,
They settle them in torcher homes...
...in order to humble them down,
The natives have got only one fascination:
To grow flowers and fruit on their land,
A great drought has dried their fertile land!
But soon the blood and sweat of native farmers...
Will saturate their dried up land...
...for flowers and fruit of peace and freedom to bloom,
Freedom from terror and fear is their only dream!
The dawn is breaking, the oppressed are waking...
...to a bright new day, when there will be all round peace.

MyKoul