I have no more blood to spill.
My veins are dry, but still
My heart beats, pumping clots of remonstrance.
I have no more tears to shed.
My eyes are no longer red,
Instead ringed Saturns of grief and shame.
I have no other life to live,
No sacrifice left to give
To propitiate that Satan of a single bullet.
I have no words left to say
A farewell to myself the day
Death, like Edhi's van, shall come for me.
(c)F.S. AIJAZUDDIN
16 May 2015
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