My hands heal
My hands grow
I shall rise too
This murder will cause you
In your collective conscience
This blood is warm
I leave struggling on earth
This soil is my witness
Why you fear me
I do not want to give you threats
That is cowardly
I want you to be free
If you let me be free
I can be you
But I don't want to be so
I will linger on
I will with patience
I will give some more sacrifices
I will be
What I am
I will not murder you
I am not like you

Islamabad
9/6/2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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