’1978′
23 April 2010
Grief’s circles extend and extend. The
country teeters like a slowing top.
The way is down, down. I cannot see
the miracle that will put a stop
to this nonsense. Every decent mouth
is dumb. Some have gone abroad so they
may breathe, and left us with the uncouth
and mad. They ask why we choose to stay
There is no choice. I can accept stour or
silence, even hypocrisy. I can
accept humiliation. What I cannot
accept is death, for it is death to dower
this place to the jackals. As a man
responsible, I must suffer my lot.
By Taufiq Rafat
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death is meaningless when you are quiet or forced to be quiet at all the ufair things……you are already dead…..
It’s an excellent portrayal of what’s happening in our country. We are not dead, but might die if our circumstances don’t show any signs of improvement; we need to change our selves otherwise the Jackals (terrorists) will take over our land.
@zain. Coudnt agree with u more bro. but one thing I do not understand that why are we quiet? If we are that means we are already dead. The body just exists. Why do we not speak againt the brutal acts of Taliban killing tons every day????
Thanks for the comments
Raza
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