When will you break, spectacled judges,
My one sentence order, five years passed,
Five years more. Polemics and shelves of,
Leather bound books, words are enchained.
Remove the dust, rub your eyes,
Put heads together, O the glow on my face,
Wrongs discerned from rights, intents peeled,
On the scale of justice, by small stones,
O bring balance, of the lethargical laws,
And those tired sighs, waiting on their knees.
Say once, the justice has spoken, as quickly,
As the doings smashing the bones of victims.
-On a hearing in the Supreme Court on January 20,2015.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 20,2015.
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