The Last Signal Of Fall Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

(Written during the power crisis and on the moment when electronic media broke the news that a daughter of the nation has been rapped by the law imposing sentinels at the tomb of the Quaid-i- Azam: The founder of Pakistan)
We weep in pauses, we sleep in pieces,
Our dreams break, we wake to the nightmares;
We scratch, rag our bodies, our nails are blooded,
And we take bath every night in our own sweat.

The infants and children weep and wail
As if we are condemned to hellish zones,
But with out being judged,
Much earlier summoned to damnation
And with no hope of deliverance.

The rulers ask us to be patient a little more,
The day of drudgery will pass if we show strength,
The whole nation is going through the grindstones,
And being given childish consolations in response.

Whom should we ask to relieve us of painful dilemma?
All the doors of justice are shut tight,
Offense it is to speak the truth
Or cry out, for the sleeping ears get disturbed.

Who is responsible for the chaos?
Certainly not we but those who rule,
Those who looted, plundered the entrusted wealth,
We save penny by penny and they rob in sacks,
And heap wealth for the sons of their grandsons.

They have made topsy-turvy all the order,
The places of peace are perilous,
We have cheated and deceived God;
We fulfilled not the promises that we vowed,
That the country would be an incarnation of faith
And invincible castle of peace.

Where have gone all those vows,
Who broke them and who are enduring inflictions?
Yes; those who get high places and power through illegal means,
And yet claim to rectify the system.

They are the toys in the hands of global scoundrels
Who are a few but they have kidnapped the humanity,
And they follow them shutting the eyes.

What fears they have?
What are the temptations that have made them silent?
Our future is grim for they have blown out all the lamps,
Darkness is the fate unless we submit to God
And confess our follies and reassure Him to mend our ways.

Every event portends destruction, our extinction,
History imparts the lesson,
Those who adjoin their minds with the wicked planners,
And those who differentiate not between friends and foes
Have no right to exist, and if they do it is either a miracle,
Or concession or violation of the law of nature.

The last signal of fall has appeared, now we are to be trapped
For today a daughter on the tomb of Quaid has been rapped
By no one else but by the wardens of law.