I have been to the clouds
I have been to the flying waters
I have been to the shouting winds
I have been to the hills and mountains
I have been to the unlimited space
I have been to where all cries
And wailings and agonies
And sorrows
converge
From the raised grounds,
I have watched blood flowing
I have watched intellectuals maimed
I have watched businesspersons bulleted,
I have watched children’s ribs
Poked with barrels
I have seen Muslims, Christians
Hindus, Buddhists and non-believers
Saying their last plea
Before they walk into the world of darkness
I have watched their dreams shattered
And crumbed
I have watched the nation bleed
I have watched every bullet fired
From a holy weapon
I have seen he who enjoys
And celebrate the death of his neighbor
I have watched the nation bleed
And as the nation bleed,
I have heard of two songs
Songs of those begging for a payback
Of their blood shed
And the song of those throwing blame games
Over who didn’t do what
I am going back to the unlimited space
To report back to the maimed
Of the song that you sing down here
I am going back to the mountains
To the hills
To the thin air
To the shouting winds
And listen to the screams
The wails
The cries
And the agonies ones more
And on my second coming
I will gather the young and the old
The rich and the poor
The kings and the servants
And we will have a sermon
A sermon on love, brotherhood, unity and
selflessness
I shall return with the sermon
Singing songs of liberation.
