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16/05/2015
NO MORE
ON THE COLD-BLOODED SHOOTING OF 43 ISMAILIS ON A BUS IN KARACHI, 14 MAY 2015.

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

​​De​ath, ​like Edhi's van, shall come for me.

 

 

(c)F.S. AIJAZUDDIN

16 May 2015

 

 

 
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