See... <br />the desert heart <br />waters its thirst. <br />Sweat <br />Blood <br />Tears... <br />The Desert demands <br />and buildings must rise... <br />Walls to be built. <br />Blocks formed. <br />Ill treated <br />those sweating hard at labor. <br />The earth runs red <br />beneath the tree of life... <br />Workers hanging like sheep <br />in the desert butchers' shop... <br />Where droplets fall <br />and blood flows. <br />And in this endless cycle... <br />those that are left behind <br />with red eyes weeping <br />leave rivers of tears <br />mourning those now gone <br />and the desert...drinks. <br /> ***** <br />________________________________ <br />Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq <br />Translated in English By: Alley Boling <br />Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.2/Page.28 <br />Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? <br /> option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 <br />© Afzal Shauq<br /><br />Afzal Shauq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-branches/
