Repression is sill repression <br />Rising, it must flop <br />Blood is sill blood <br />Spilling it must clot. <br /> <br />Whether it clots on desert sands <br />Or upon assassin's hands <br />On justice's head or around shackled feet <br />On injustice's sword or on the wounded corpse <br />Blood is still blood <br />Spilling, it must clot. <br /> <br />However much one lies in ambush <br />Blood betrays butcher's hideout <br />Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask <br />Each blood dropp ventures out with burning lamp on its palm. <br /> <br />Tell oppression's vain and blemished fate <br />Tell cruelty's crafty Imam <br />Tell the UN Security Council <br />Blood is crazy <br />It can leap up to the cloak <br />It is inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock. <br /> <br />The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir <br />Today that blood moves out into street <br />Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone <br />Once blood comes to flows <br />Bayonets are no avail <br />Head, once it is raised <br />Is not downed by law's hail. <br /> <br />What is about oppression? <br />What is with its impression? <br />Oppression is, all of it, but oppression <br />From beginning to end <br />Blood is still blood <br />Myriad form it can assume <br />Forms such as are indelible <br />Embers such as are inextinguishable <br />Slogans such as are irrepressible.<br /><br />Sahir Ludhianvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-is-but-blood/
