I Will Never Appeal

My entire universe
Is within the firing range of your gun.
I feed a piece of bread to my child,
A look at your stone like face
And the bread would get stuck in the child’s throat.
I always sing to my child
Songs of love,
Even if he survives from your hands
Will he ever be able to trust mankind?
I know that failing to bow before your wishes
My child will come back to me like Rajesh,
Bathed in blood and hacked to pieces.
But you enemy of humanity
I will never appeal to you.
My entire happiness
Is within the firing range of your gun.
My mate, every moment of whose life I share,
Is a prisoner in the cage of your tyranny.
With blood and sweat
We have put this roof over our heads,
You who suck human blood like a leech!
I will never appeal to you.
So many mothers, brides and loved ones
Hang on the cross of separation
Just because of your rotten character.
In the pregnant woman’s uterus
The fetus has stopped moving.
How many fathers
Clasp their old age
And weep tears of blood.
Children have gone to sleep sobbing
And brothers have sold all the possessions
To collect ransom money.
You who feed on society like a locust
I will never appeal to you.
Hameeda Ghangro, the heroine of Sindh
Who never bowed before the dictator Zia,
With her proud head held high
And hands coloured with bridal henna
Covered her husband’s grave.
She taught Zarqa, her daughter, the lesson of pain
And made her grow up before her time.
The same woman today
Has wept in front of Meer Thebo,
She has forgotten her power.
In the name of national honour
She has appealed to cowards.
You enemy of developing consciousness!
I will never appeal to you.
You speak a language like mine
But you are not one of us.
Born from the womb of “waderas”
You are their illegitimate offspring,
Nurtured by the police
And brought up in the arms of opportunist politicians
Who gave you their blessing with a kiss.
You who are the black mark of shame
On the face of this earth!
I will never appeal to you.
To get you out of my land
I will make a sickle out of my creations,
In the hearts of those who are afraid, oppressed
I will rise like a force.
You who take pride on the strength of guns,
You are a curse inflicted by tyranny.
You who inflict cruelty over the weak,
Ae a blood stained chapter of Sindh’s history.
I will never allow any follower of Yazeed
To be forgiven the blood of Hussein.
I will become a powerful nation
To ensure survival,
And wipe you out
Together with your rotten thinking.