I wrote this poem during a very emotional and topsy turvy time. I wrote it around Benazir Bhutto's assasination last year. I published it on facebook and on my other blog before I closed it. I just wanted to share it in here as her death anniversary comes closer. However, I want to make clear that I support no political party and I am in no way affiliated with any of them. I support facts, not people. Thanks.
i watch as my country burns in ashes,
the fumes blurring my eyes,
as i see the pages of history,
smother the flames.
those dirty politicians
playing their dirty games,
Jinnah, Allama Iqbal and other forgotten names,
burn in the rubble.
Oh there goes a Sindhi?
a Punjabi? a Balochi? There's a Pathan.
Where's the concept of a united Pakistan?
Buried alive under the plague of corruption,
impossible to lead lives without military interception.
Is this what we got out of 60 years?
Remorse, regret and bloody tears?
Some NRO and some PCO,
doing nothing, just worsening status quo.
Bhutto bagging bags of cash,
Sharif cowardly evading a political clash,
Musharraf ruling us with a lash.
Jihad, jihad, mullahs scream,
Is a stable Pakistan just a dream?
The hollow promises of a prosperous Pakistan,
where nobody would be crying?!
Labelled as militants, innocent people who are dying,
Cutting out parts of our own,
and rejoicing at the blood,
why do we only unite,
during an earthquake or a flood?
The green and white flag,
that we once held high,
seems so dead and sullen,
all of sudden, why oh why?
They sleep as our land bleeds,
mines where there were once cotton seeds.
The mills now churning out bombs,
the air filled with cries and sobs.
the gun, the knife, the fire,
becoming a necessity,
is this true patriotism?
no, this is HYPROCRISY.
Not a single law you could pass,
to protect young girls from abuse,
just pass laws to make the national treasury,
only open for political and personal use.
education suffers, so does infrastructure,
then you blame it on the public,
calling them lazy vultures?
you grapple on the funds,
and eat from our plates,
build palaces abroad,
and fly luxurious planes.
YOU are the culprits who we need to catch,
the evil you commit has no earthly match!
This nation has been looted,
plundered and destroyed!
We will not let you do this,
with this country you toyed.
Killing millions everyday,
following the American Dream?
Shutting your ears to all cries and screams!?
Sacking the CJ
and claiming democracy?
this is nothing, but pure tyranny!
8 years of consistency,
and 80 years of oppression,
800 years of no law and order,
and 8000 years of tears,
this is what YOU have brought!
YOu have left this land to rot.
While you sit and sign papers with a Parker,
there are those who suffer from hunger,
those who inject poison into veins to live,
what do you have for them to give?
you have made us a FAILED state,
manipulated with our country's fate!?
foreign accounts and foreign currency,
imposing unwanted emergency?
lapdog to the States, yes, that's you,
Hail Bush, that's religion to you.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Flames.
Posted by Sidra Ch. at 1:10 PM
Labels: Corruption, Hopelessness, Pakistan, Poetry
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