When A Fake Encounter Breaks Poem by Mohammad Younus

When a fake encounter breaks
Bullets come from every corner,
People run away helter- skelter
But they fall to crisscrossing bullets
Whistling when they rain on chests
Too many corpses to count on the ground
Scores of wounded people lying around
Life is disgusting, soaked in human blood
But, I won't flee for life, I amn't a coward
I won't escape, I must endure,
I must resist, this is my homeland
It is my fervent belief, I will surely triumph
In reclaiming my motherland
Those who read my poem well,
Must read history's lesson:
Those who resist the harsh winds,
They only sail across the turbulent ocean.
Honestly, I swear.

Mykoul