Murderous Dragon Poem by Mohammad Younus

Murderous Dragon

The merderous dragon is hovering over -
breathing fire to burn green meadows,
Roast the natives to make a good meal,
We cannot make a slight movement,
We are very quiet, inside the shutdown,
It's dreadful sitting muffled inside,
Without any access to internet,
Not speaking; fearing a genocide,
Our tongues locked, Our mouths gagged,
Our eyes sealed, our ears plugged,
Our hands cuffed, our legs chained,
Our hearts suffocated, our minds stressed,
The tunnel leading to the free valley closed,
They do it to muzzle our voice for freedom,
But our blood is boiling hot, that flows in streams,
Making pools of blood all around,
Shining and glittering under winter-sun,
It's this innocent blood we all love,
Because we shed it for our survival,
To protest against and end occupation,
Come and see the blood in the streets,
Come and see the blood in the fields,
Come and see the blood on the walls,
Of our desolate and demolished homes.

Mykoul