If scarecrows could speak No secret of the man Would ever remain a secret If you wish to unfold Your and my innate mysteries Then first You must Shatter a scarecrow With an arrow And see in whose grave People lower the carca If scarecrows begin to travel Many people like us Would go into exile! This Balochi poem by Munir Momin has been translated by Fazal Baloch Published in Daily Times, May 23rd 2018.