And again and again,
I weep.
Each time the shock stales,
Replaced by a sick hollowness,
Borne of spent rage where...
End is none
...
They tell me this time
Its worse;
Much worse than ever before,
And all i say is:
Worse? Because the brickwork
Was more valuable? or worse
Because, the white of skin,
The ones, ordained to be the
Undead, or avenged in multiples of twenty
If ever, LORD FORBID, dispensed,
Were harmed in pair! !
Oh lord lets all despair! !
As did the gunpowder send,
Arms
And legs a flying,
So shall,
The powers that be,
Send parts
Of this nation
A begging...
Alone, alone,
All all alone,
Shall we all be....
.........In bits and parts.....
Till WWIII ! ! !
for my poor bleeding land..pakistan
because the brickwork Was more valuable? or worse Because the white of skin we are one unfractured seamless-
beautiful write, wardha jawdat...very strong and poetic voice against terrorism that kills...expressions excelling your emotions...10+
i like this poem not for the mood that it sets but the style it is written with some satire, , well written wardha, , , ,
Very powerful expression. The second stanza could have been made more lucid.9
the pain is compelling...and we are all in it, in the unreal hollowness that smirks from the debris, from the charred bodies, from the almost wiped out remains of innocent humanity...we are all in it with you, warda...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world weep for Pakistan...condolence to the nation...a 10+++.