Motherland

C P Aboobaker
    When the poet says to me
    That we can speak about birds
    I become restless
    Because I suspect whether it is not our own epic bird

    When my spouse says to me
    That we can sing about limits
    I am aware of a dervish who lost his tongue and land
    Twirling and twirling and dancing
    And saw a world without frontiers.

    The stormy petrels harp that
    The alleys would include the west bank
    Those who lost shelters
    Got dressed and wore their ornaments
    Might get ready for their last journey

    The children who ask where their birth land is
    Would be taken to their schools
    And served sweets
    And called "darlings"
    Then they would be shot on their chests
    Without surprise or fear
    They would fall dead calling their moms

    In the end they would all be stamped terrorists.
    Falcons and foxes would eat a tasty meat.

    
C P Aboobaker - C.P. ABOOBACKER, editor of thanalonline, belongs to Calicut in Kerala. His interests include writing, publishing poems, essays, and many more literary things. Latest writing is about Channels and Globalizations. He is a retired professor of history.

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