>≫≫Death Poem by Abdul Wahab

One day death will come
And that I know very well
Should I fear? Tremble down
To your feet or beg to make
It painless? Nothing sorts of
All those. I fear most that
My death will come defending
My race, my nation or my religion
And that is not really a good thing
In everything purity has been lost
Now those things are instruments,
Played by the most scrupulous,
Now those are Ladders to rise
Upon the hill of powers
They put those to pit against
Each other in the name of sacrosanctity
And make you fodder