Those who will go back to the civilization of cow-carts
and go back to the age of hand-fans made of palm-leaves;
Those who want to cross the seven oceans and thirteen rivers on foot;
and want to fill up the the east and the west by odors of corpses;
Those who will go back to the spell of witches
and go back to talismans and superstitions;
Those who believe in 'dogs are more faithful than men'
and trust on fate-ghosts more than on war, procession and slogan;
Those who will destroy dwellings of the mankind with bulldozers
and build up on that debris the palace for fox and boar;
for those idiots, angry like cobra and ferocious like hyena,
my poems bear sad news only burnt in fire.
Sayeed Abubakar
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