A Stranger in the Town: A Tribute to Western Movies
by, Naseer Ahmed
Oh Jerusalem, I chanced upon your town from wonderfulness of wilderness. I went straight away to the saloon. I bought a bottle of the finest whiskey and sat in a corner where they could not see me properly.
I smiled and drank a bit of whiskey. Oh Jerusalem, then I saw you, a fallen woman, surrounded by the men from the Third Reich, the men from the central committee and the men from the cultural inferiority. Oh Jerusalem, I saw those men mocking you, laughing at you, hurting you and damaging you.
I smiled and drank a bit more whiskey. I got up from my chair and outdrew those men from Third Reich, the central committee and the cultural inferiority. They left the saloon, I made friends and Jerusalem, and I picked you up.
You said that you loved me. I liked it and loved you back. You said` the men from the Third Reich stole your life’. I fought against those men. I brought back your life to you.
You said that you loved me. I liked it and I loved you back. You said` the men from the central committee stole your worth and work’. I fought against those men. I brought back your worth and work to you.
You said that you loved me. I liked it and I loved you back. You said` the men from the cultural inferiority stole your dignity’. I fought against those men. I brought back your dignity to you.
Outside the saloon, you asked me to build a house for you. I explained to you that I come from wilderness. I looked into your eyes. I turned to fetch the things necessary for building a house.
I heard a gunshot. I felt pain. I turned back to you. I saw the men from the Third Reich laughing at me. I saw the men from the central committee laughing at me. I saw the men from the cultural inferiority laughing at me. And I saw you, with a gun in your hands, laughing at me.
I smiled and drank a lot of whiskey. I did not fall. I outdrew all those men. You lost your aim but you kept trying to gun me down. I did not fall.
You begged for forgiveness. I forgave you. You begged for life. I gave you life. You asked me to leave the town. I said my goodbyes to my friends and I left the town. You said that you loved me and I knew you lied. I could not hate you. I left the town.
Since then I chance upon town after town. I outdraw the men from the Third Reich, the central committee and the cultural inferiority. I make friends too and I have picked up another fallen woman.
I hope when she does me in, she does it properly.Oh Jerusalem; the wounds that don’t kill are no good because they keep hurting me day and night.
