We were Born to Clap ( By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan)

Muhammad Nasrullah Khan



Dear First World, Salute to you
Accept humble bow, from the Third World.
Thank you for the great lectures for fucking idiots.
Heads hung low, wide-eyed,
we clapped.

You sold us your notion of humanity,
we lived in a barbaric world.
You bombed to end the atrocities.
The boisterous sound of your missiles came over our heads,
we clapped.

You sent us tattered clothes,
and dried milk,
you gifted us stale food.
Wow!
We clapped.

A few of us declined your orders,
and ran to caves,
we saw burnt bones.
Your president called us rats,
We clapped.


You hanged our leaders,
cheered  the dictators,
crushed skulls, and scarred  souls,
“Surrender and live,” your president yelled,
we clapped.

Our women heard the faint screams,
and fell to their knees crying,
their silent prayers stuck between earth and sky.
You were the people of God; we the creeping creatures,
we clapped.


We grew up applauding you,
We forgot who we were,
Our heroes bled in silence,
Our haggard faces spoke of fear,
We clapped.

You selected some of us to live in your heaven,
I was one of those who always clapped,
now I was a proud human,
away from the dirt of the Third World,
I clapped.

I met an old man on a shiny pathway,
carrying a box of empty bottles.
He looked at my bottle and said, I sell bottles.
There was loneliness and hunger in his eyes.
I cried.

  • Author: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2022 22:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: A message from the thirls world.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    I wish you peace
    so you may find, what good
    still awaits in your life
    and I hope, you find away
    to let loose your grip
    on pain and anger
    that will surely drown you
    like a pebble, trapped
    in a stream that joins a river..
    instead, find your anchor
    voice your truth, but
    don't let your past
    steal
    any, more
    of your precious, life...
    (thanks for sharing, dear poet
    this was such a haunting read
    for its accuracy and sincerity)



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