Missing Persons - Poem by Perveiz Ali
An Occupation brings many facets and shades,
Live ammunition commands much fear.
Vivid and visual, more than a half million soldiers,
Who spread propaganda to justify their presence.
They occupy kashmir not to protect its people,
But to control and supress dissent in all forms.
Net result is many Kashmiri disappearances,
Their end fate remains a guarded secret.
Families wail as wives howl in pain, now alone,
No answers given as the widows list grows.
Uncertain of fates, life or death, uncertain fate,
Are they in torture chambers or unmarked graves?
It is impossible to fully ascertain fates,
As tears fall and known and uncertain widows mourn.
The state is in turmoil as men walk in fear,
Wives shiver with each late arrival of men.
A society dominated by force, no end in sight,
Each day men go out with fear in throats tight.
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