We were Born to Clap
Muhammad Nasrullah Khan 1976 (Calgary)
Dear First World, Salute to you
Accept humble bow, from the Third World.
Thank you for the great lectures for **** idiots.
Heads hung low, wide-eyed,
we clapped.
You sold us your notion of humanity,
we lived in a barbaric world.
You bombed to end the atrocities.
The boisterous sound of your missiles came over our heads,
we clapped.
You sent us tattered clothes,
and dried milk,
you gifted us stale food.
Wow!
We clapped.
A few of us declined your orders,
and ran to caves,
we saw burnt bones.
Your president called us rats,
We clapped.
You hanged our leaders,
cheered the dictators,
crushed skulls, and scarred souls,
“Surrender and live,” your president yelled,
we clapped.
Our women heard the faint screams,
and fell to their knees crying,
their silent prayers stuck between earth and sky.
You were the people of God; we the creeping creatures,
we clapped.
We grew up applauding you,
We forgot who we were,
Our heroes bled in silence,
Our haggard faces spoke of fear,
We clapped.
You selected some of us to live in your heaven,
I was one of those who always clapped,
now I was a proud human,
away from the dirt of the Third World,
I clapped.
I met an old man on a shiny pathway,
carrying a box of empty bottles.
He looked at my bottle and said, I sell bottles.
There was loneliness and hunger in his eyes.
I cried.
About this poem
Being a citizen of thirld world, I depict my experience. It's all about the politics, not about the loving citizen of first world.
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Written on January 01, 2022
Submitted by nasar_peace on January 25, 2022
Modified by nasar_peace on January 25, 2022
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Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5 |
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