You Bastard Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
You Bastard
Blood's sacred, of the entire libation,
Bequeathed life, mankind's gift -
My herd for another year live in peace
My loss finds gain in other's happiness.
Of your treachery, my sold horns of pride
Of my dried skin, hangs on your shame.
The poise my disposition, expose,
The smallness, you bastard! You expose.
And for my freedom, my Eden alive,
And your envy, you constant-prisoner.
Let them know the curse, named man -
Let them know, the befallen shall befall.
Yours is strange love, when your coffers fill,
Yours love, when I see hung on the wall.
If my eloquence, did not deter you!
If I see you licking Hades' flames of wrath.
-Stop hunting Markhor (Endangered species, only 2500 mature individuals remain) and Ibex in Chitral, Pakistan. Bastards!
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 17,2014.
The markhor (Capra falconeri; Pashto: مرغومی marǧūmay; Persian/Urdu: مارخور) is a large species of wild goat that is found in northeastern Afghanistan, northern Pakistan (Gilgit-Baltistan and northern Khyber Pakhtunkhwa) , some parts of Azad Kashmir and Indian Kashmir, southern Tajikistan and southern Uzbekistan. The species is classed by the IUCN as Endangered, as there are fewer than 2,500 mature individuals and the numbers have continued to decline by an estimated 20% over two generations. The markhor is the national animal of Pakistan. @ Wikipedia
Markhor (Capra falconeri hepneri) in Tierpark Berlin, Germany.
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