Democracy In Decay Xli Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

You cannot catch with the modernity
Mr. Fukuyama the knowledgeable,
With a decadent democracy
A quarter of a century after your history
Ended with fanfare. My history begins with that.

I cannot catch up with my madness
Cannot stop the stream of blood, the Joycean
Stream of consciousness sans a puntuational stop,
Full or half. Un ending. I am writing history
In the wretchedness of my capital, in surrealistic airs.

They say the nights here are best for booze,
The spice adds delicious savories to tongue
As you watch the city down from Monal upon the Hill.
A telescope on a journey to other planets
For thirty long years, reflect plains submerged
Hills barren, minds empty and hearts sore.

A poetic contest asks for a seventy five line
Poem. I have never seen such terror unleashed.
Like the seventy men and women who decide to ruin us
And eighty five men with whom Castro brought
The revolution. He says he can do with fifteen now.
Adding his years of experience of seventy. Appealing.

A strong state, rule of law and accountability -
There could not be more ‘reduction' Fukuyama
And I discovered some confluence with you,
Because I am the fish drinking in stream
And you have come to quench your thirst.

We are digging into each other,
Thirty million, below the age of thirty
Illiterate, jobless, eaten up like moths by nightingale.
The nightingale will be alive another six decades
Who picks worms from the ears of old bulls:
Therefore do not teach us democracy.

-On reading a review of Francis Fukuyama book ‘From the Industrial Revolution to the Globalization of Democracy' at nytimes.com/books.
Yoshihiro Francis Fukuyama (born October 27,1952) is an American political scientist, political economist, and author. Fukuyama is best known for his book The End of History and the Last Man (1992) .

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
September 17,2014.