Who hast of all the things brought <br />This war who knew what terror was <br />I sat thinking under the big mulberry tree <br />The soft wind of the silvery afternoon <br />When pelts are blown towards heights away <br /> <br />Who hast of all the things brought <br />When the colonel was standing to erase <br />The old bazaar and was not allowed <br />To trade rotten vegetables and meat <br />Hanging from their back feet to the trees <br /> <br />Who hast of all the things brought <br />The preacher who never saw a gun <br />Now on gun point speaks to the rudiment <br />Free speech with green pastures cold water <br />Peaches and apples and apricots almonds dry <br /> <br />Who hast of all the things brought <br />The nexus of corruption depriving the poor <br />Their rights and the man in ethnic demeanor <br />To represent who is from thousand years back <br />Who protects the freedom as freedom of man <br />Is not in community with the politics <br />The conscious or sitting idle to bring freedom <br /> <br />Who hast of all the things brought <br />Destruction to schools and minds aloft <br />Guns for roses they hand over to the hot <br />Headed in the tradition of splendid isolation <br />Who hast made the difficult more difficult <br /> <br />Who hast robbed me of peace and tranquility <br />Who hast given me guns for roses <br />30/4/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guns-for-roses/
