While the prime minister indulges in enraged arguments citing his sons innocence, while the long march lawyer leader prepares his stinging response to protect the looted money stashed away in foreign accounts, while the lions of Raiwind roar only to back off when the time for the hunt begins, because there own paws are stuck in muddy grounds on hypocrisy. While new provinces are created and while every one is playing a tune of their own... The land burns, sons and daughters of this soil, returned to rest in the motherly lap of that same soil. Blood flows more often than the ravines do. While enemies circles above our heads like hungry vultures waiting for the last rites to be served, we consume our own flesh like cannibals, some in the name of religion, some in the name of sects and others in the name of democracy. While some bellies have never known a single pang of hunger, others strive for that one elusive meal that would relieve them of days of hunger. While some are so noble and their honor so important that blood of others can be used to draw the no go area around them, honor of others is open for sale in markets.
While all of you seek change for betterment, yet you are so dismissive of any change in yourself for the betterment. While you search for the direction to divert the blame, you close your eyes to your own faults. While you preach silence in the face of all adversity and injustice, you still want a revolution. While the death of others is merely an item to adorn your newspapers, news channels and political election shops, it is actually the end of everything worth living for others.
And then you ask, why is all this is happening? While for some death of a dog on the banks of river Tigris was a reminder that he will have to answer for this, others see humans, yes they are not statistics they are humans that are dying by the tens and hundreds every day and feel nothing.
While it is someone else's time to mourn the loss of their loved ones, remember the consequences of our actions catch us at times we expect the least. And stay assured it will come round to meet us one day.
While Rome was burning Nero was playing his flute... The flames are rising to the sky and all we hear is the sweet tune of the flute, but stay assured soon we will all hear the bell toll for us. And when we cross over to the other side, all the sons and daughters of this land that were buried in blood and ash will ask us, " main kis ke haath pay apna lahoo talaash karoun...". While yous still can, find the answer to this question, better still find a way to stop the tune of the flute and putt out the flames. Because if you do not do so while others burn today, tomorrow it will be our abode that turns to ashes.
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