How Others See My Motherland... Poem by Mohammad Younus

How others see my motherland, ...
...I cannot explain,
To me, this beautiful region is...
...a wretched Paradise,
Paradise on earth that was known...
...as, is on fire,
Everything is caught in rising flames:
Orchards, vineyards, flower gardens, ...
...and green woods,
The world of my childhood is...
...reduced to ashes,
The hellfire paints our faces...
...with a liquid flame of pain!
True, guilty are we all here; ...
...we could not break the hands...
That torched peace, love, and...
...brotherhood in this land,
We know our faults, our crimes, ...
...and our blunders,
We know how and when we have...
...transgressed,
Yes there are blameless lives too,
Here on this soil, ...
...soaked in innocent blood,
Once more our land is marked by...
...the ferocious violence:
None is there to protect us and respond...
...to our muffled screams,
O God, when shall you spread above us...
...your great, vast wings! ! !

Mykoul