The Murder (Benazir Bhutto)
It happened last evening
Here, in my city
Near my home....
They've killed her...
It is unbelievable!
I cannot put my hand on it
and grasp it with my fingers
The entirety is indigestable...
They've murdered her....
and I am not a zealot,
but wasn't She the very best we had?
...and they've killed her
what the future holds for us?
I know not....
I know not....
(today is Friday, December 28,2007..... Yesterday evening,27th december, former Pakistani prime minister and one of the most prominent leaders, Benazir Bhutto, was assassinated while she was leaving a political rally in Rawalpindi...She was fired upon, and it was followed by a suicide bomb blast....She died, ultimately, from the bullet wounds to her neck)
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