Some
day it would all start stinking,
meat,
fish, fruits, sweets and all,
kept
in refrigerators
of
these gay civilized gentlemen.
Some
day they would come,
they
sure would,
I
can hear them already,
beware
gentlemen,
I’ve
been waiting for them for a long time,
They
would come barefoot
and
then your smooth stupid faces
lit
up by the glare of a selfish civilization
would
turn pale and wan
a
sacred hatred would flay your shiny skin ;
sworn
enemies, those handsome armed men
would
crush your made up faces in anger.
Your
contemptuous, lumpy bodies would be
trampled
under foot.
Redolent
with youth, those faces
with
their big chest and hefty thighs
would
dance a dance of death and destruction,
raze
your sham lives to dust.
Your
sophisticated warbling
would
be ravished under their hairy breasts.
O
you softy, weak, lean, frustrated
stupid
gentlemen,
listen
carefully,
from
the crown to the kitchen wares
all
your property
would
go under their control.
They
would come,
sure
they would,
I
can hear them already,
beware
gentlemen,
I’ve
been waiting for the thrust of the primordial sun,
semen
of handsome armed men
would
bring about your down fall.
Rafiq
Azad (1943--)