I am dying on my life bed,
Green earth is now being red,
With thought brush and blood,
Painting millions dead flood,
Scarcity of life giving buns,
Abundance of killing guns,
Animal killing is prohibited
Human killing is legalized,
To keep the supremacy,
To destroy the democracy,
All are killing me—
Freedom of speech,
Freedom to act and react,
Freedom to kill sentiments of millions,
Freedom to earn by any means,
Freedom to burn millions dream,
Freedom to be called—
I am only right,
I think, I am thinking,
Why, all claim to be my representative?
Can I think by my own?
Again like lightening it comes-
Why Allah has given senses?
Why He has given us mind?
I lost somewhere seeing the act,
The act of human being in fact
Freedom and democracy co-exist and freedom by itself is precious. But that does not mean that we take freedom into our own hands so as cause injury to others. A thoughtful write. Enjoyed it.
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I think, I am thinking, Why, all claim to be my representative? Can I think by my own? - - - -the well-educated, the thoughtful, the ones who care about their fellow man are the ones capable of reasoned thought