Broken Branches

See... the desert heart waters its thirst. Sweat Blood Tears... The Desert demands and buildings must rise... Walls to be built. Blocks formed. Ill treated those sweating hard at labor. The earth runs red beneath the tree of life... Workers hanging like sheep in the desert butchers' shop... Where droplets fall and blood flows. And in this endless cycle... those that are left behind with red eyes weeping leave rivers of tears mourning those now gone and the desert...drinks. ***** ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.2/Page.28 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq