Sacrifice Poem by Harun Al Nasif

Someday people will know,
I was an innocent creature,
Who was born to be sacrificed.

Since birth
I prepared myself for the sacrifice,
I was pledgebound to comply with
the unseen but sure revelation.
So self-motivated and smiling
I arrived the slaughterhouse.

Slowly but surely
I ascended the scaffold
and waited with utmost patience
for the inevitable dagger to descend.
Even at the last moment,
despite seeing the glistening dagger
to embrace the warm blood,
I remained steadfast
and kept the submissive neck of
a bondwoman's son unmoved.

I knew
without offering blood
this dreary desert wouldn't be lush green.

One day people will know
I was a sacrificial martyr,
whose prayer was:
Lord, let my blood be the last blood.