SLAVE ----------------- Mehrub Rahman

SLAVE 
Mehrub Rahman

North Hemisphere. Densely Populated.
A restless country.
I am a Slave, submerged in adverse time.
In some darkest night or
Sunny morning while wild elephants
rush in flock through
deep forest of Africa;
I hear melody of dried leaves that generates poems,
rhymes and glorious songs.  
The rattle snakes rattling sound kisses
the endless horizon of enormous forested land and
forms melodic beauty.  
My ancestor's tear over flow from miserable time and jerks
my mind with intolerable pain.  
Long back dark black Africans were
behind the shadows.
Man hunters came in, then
hooked up blacks with iron handcuff and chained their legs.
Big auctions!

Fabulous Human product were sold to
America, Latin America, England and many other countries.
Tremendous whipping forced them fulfill the wishes of the master.
Masters slaughter their desire,
dreams and passion.
My friend and I; the competent decedents still exist in Ethiopia,
Afghanistan, Palestine, Latin America Kashmir, Iraq and Bangladesh covering vast land of 3rd world countries .  
My heart flames  for my ancestor like a
burnt breed rolling in a glowing furnace.
Under master's invisible  beating I cultivate crops, I catch delicious fishes from the angry ocean,
I build magnificent high-rises.
I am nothing but a slave; Descendent of the slaves.
I am half fed like
 a skeleton bloomless tree;
my child's are no better.
How can I obey Muslim's Month of fasting  as my day and night passes year round in fasting.  
They call me landless.  
Here in this country, in this region once
I had dignity with a piece of peaceful land.
Can you here me?                                                                                        

O! Civilized man, my land has been looted. I am not land less. 
These man hunters of Africa remain with their same profile. 
Only they have changed their form .
Camouflaged their face with a mask. 
Now a day's diverse hunting
pleasures their soul.
They kept me 
beneath their blood red eyes.   
Look at me I am a slave of the new age. 
Standing beside me with an invisible burning whip are the 
so called intellectuals, Feudal Burucrates,  hypocrite politician , 
blood sucker trader, blind religious leader, and greedy middle man. 
I am in the arena of horrible time overburdened with debt. 
Oh! What a mockery! U.N.O.'s blood suckers, war maniacs are 
holding an atomic whip
 in their generous hands. 
Glowing lava from bomb blast and bullet melts my sister's eyes in Iraq,
Afghanistan or in Palestine. My brother able hands blow up. 
Mothers cry quakes the earth. 
Canon's shells tear my child's skull. 
Ah! Explosive's pungent smell all over. 
Sun burnt decomposed dead body 
all-over; vultures rush in from far away. 
What a Grand Festival! They dine with them and scraps brains from the cavity. 
Can you hear me?  O! Civilized man. In this 21st century  I lie down helpless by sidewalk or in a roofless torn cottage or 
in rail station's naked platform. 
Oh! The universe, feel from the deepest core of your heart. 
Look at me. I'm a slave. I'm your new version of slave. 
Sun light steps down stairs by stairs; 
the brightest day turns into darkest night. 
In infinite blackout 
terrible horror shakes me. 
Shakes and shakes me.
I bow down 
at barbarian master's footstep suppressing all my 
distress and depression. 
Loud laughter of slaves 
gradually sinks down. 
My torn bloody heart cries in pain 
and diffuses in endless darkness

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