Khalid Mukhtar

One thousand armed
And confident
Facing a third
Weary, spent
The battle lines
Straight and taut
The bow of faith
And the bow of naught
Strung and drawn
By the sage fingers
Of generals once
Bound in clanship
Now split by the sting
Of truth’s whip

It’s happened before
And happened a lot
That the losses were more
Than the profits we got

How it scares us each time
That our share is constrained
As we’re taken by everything
We could have gained

Know our portion is ours
And what isn’t won’t be
All we’ve got is to take
An opportunity

To be glad

That day the hordes of tyrants crawl
While hearts like faces bare it all
All witnessing the justice done
To everything and everyone