My hands heal <br />My hands grow <br />I shall rise too <br />This murder will cause you <br />In your collective conscience <br />This blood is warm <br />I leave struggling on earth <br />This soil is my witness <br />Why you fear me <br />I do not want to give you threats <br />That is cowardly <br />I want you to be free <br />If you let me be free <br />I can be you <br />But I don't want to be so <br />I will linger on <br />I will with patience <br />I will give some more sacrifices <br />I will be <br />What I am <br />I will not murder you <br />I am not like you <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />9/6/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-like-you-3/
