No, My Dear Young Man... Poem by Mohammad Younus

No, my dear young man...
...This is not like the Jihad as was ours...
...in the days of yore..
...A spiritual war leading to...
...universal peace, progress, and enlightenment...
...Crossing the seas and high mountains...
...To gift to the people outside our blessed land...
...The message of love, peace, and enlightenment;
The heroic deed has become the lost heritage of past...
...the battle field that we see now...
...from all angles has become
a pure butchery;
The new weapons of mass destruction...
...that cross our skies...
...Fall upon us like hailstones...
...causing whole devastation of human civilisation;
...The nations are dragged into war with one another...
...A foreshadow of the third world war!
The cruel referee is sitting far away the battlefields...
...What do you want from us, Unce Sam? ...
...Why are you playing this cruelest game?

Mykoul