There Is Nobody Around to Tell This Mother Poem by Mohammad Younus

There is nobody arround to tell this mother,
To endure the calamity with patience,
She doesn't need your consolation,
She won't care a hoot about what you say,
She is a martyrs' mother -
One, two, three, four, five...,
She pooh poohs your crocodile tears -
False sympathy of mute spectators,
Your empathy with her is too small,
to fill her void of her slain sons,
You better not tell her to eat her tears,
You have no right to ask her to hush,
She waited too many years for you,
To hear her voice and share her word -
To honour the blood of her sons,
To honour the lost chastity of her daughters,
To resist your enemy's plans,
About your total annihilation and subjugation

Mykoul