Where is Najeeb?

look for him in the snows

his dreams are all yours

look for him in the rivers

for as long as they flow –

there will be answers

cease not this search

look in the trees,

in mirrors that weep, in hills that speak no word,

in the narrow alleyways of living,

in the sharp edges of life

look into the eyes of darkness,

of this sullen dawn, that aching dome of dusk

from all your fetid confines –

in all valleys of death where

to survive is an act of revolution

to protest is an act of instinct, look on –

in all broken hopes,

clipped wings, choked violins – look everywhere

turn the world over in great anger

kiss hatred with great love

hold stoutly blazing torches

against the keen face of the sun

against the stoic face of the moon

do all you can, for we need to,

it is time to stand tall and roar loud

it is time to ride out, and ride such, that,

no vile storm may ever wear us down

let the peddlers of power beware

let the fiends of hatred beware

let the forces that break beware

your ugliness shall never match up

to his love, to our love -

because his love is our love today, and ours – his

we are writing our histories with this love

and ever shall we write.