Pass It On Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Executioner, pass it on,
Judge, you had it on,
Do not spill it
Blood pass it on,
Stone, -on my head,
Bloodless death.

Excellency?
Pass it on.

Your hands cannot,
Pass it on quickly,
Wretched fellows,
Pass it on, Overcome;
Oedipo-electra complex.

You drag mothers
O violent sons.
Behind the horses' hoofs.

Pass it on,
O prayer sayer,
Win yourself, a place
In paradise,

Or your severed Nose,
Fifty thousand times,
Slaves of the slaves
Debauched, cursed creatures.

Pull the noose,
O ye, shame on the earth,
An ugly blot on
Man's face.

But pass it on,
You,
The fertile minds
Of a perverse civic culture.

Just pass it on…

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
May 29,2014.

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