LAHORE

From Waziristan to this ancient city
Cometh this wave of blood and terror
The deafening silence and hands of fate
The hour of awakening, pronounced
The old seeds of destruction upon us
Twisted ideologies in practice
Even stranger the claims to protect
Through contorted views and beliefs
Essence of what we are and have become
Leaves it not traces but empty voices
Learn they say we will lessons
To avoid, to remove confusion
Not easy to kill our past
Stares at us with mockery and mischief
Closer than what we think this menace
On this path, to destruction, the nation
The lasting present from our leaders
Of past and present, and their endeavor
To please West, and their Wars!

Kashkin