#xulhaz

Let me conclude with a poem. A Facebook Poet, Rahman Henry, composed it. Two days after the Xulhajji killing.

Cha Khacchi, says his poem.

It means, I'm havin' tea.  

He was havin' tea. Tea is the humor.

Henry is a patriotic poet. He did try to write a few atheistic shits about Homosexuality in last few months. I tweeted 'em out. Nobody red those tweets, while thousands read whatever Henry posts on his facebook. He has contacts with too many, he knew me, too.

But his story is different. This was about Xulhajji's killing, & poems he wrote during/after the killings.

I will try to translate it. It's about Cha & Chapati. Cha is tea, Chapati is the blade used in the killings. The most horrible of all.

I am having my tea near the highway A fine liquor of a fine taste with a fine perfume it is, Broadcasting it's smell - near the highway.

Meanwhile, the unpredictable blades 'n swords Are Swirling in the wind Broadcasting it's perfume, too In the Newspapers & TVs.