O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more

Published: July 7, 2017

All your children can do as the value of life is reduced to a single label. PHOTO: EXPRESS

O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more.
The men with daggers for hearts walk the blood-soaked streets free and alive,
With eyes colder than the Kashmir winds and veins warmer than Thar, they thrive,
And all your children can do is close their eyes as the blood seeps into the roots, and from society, they drive.

The women afraid of walking into the vegetable store, of all ages,
Succumbing to the prying eyes, the filth that lay within the savages,
They yell and scream, yell and scream, into the newspaper pages,
And all your children can do is turn it over as a mere casualty in the inevitable collateral damages,
O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more.

The farmer cuts, sews and grows, while they steal, kill and throw,
The beggar crawls, hides and bleeds,
While the man in the black robe shoves, gropes and misleads,
And all your children can do is blindfold their eyes and their hearts,
O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more.

Children walk into the halls of the law, with a gun for hand,
The creation of the trade of books for land, and family for command,
They lie and cheat, kill and deceive, following in their ancestral footsteps, just as planned,
And all your children try to do is to reason, compromise and in pity of the children, understand,
O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more.

The artist, in his den works away at the last masterpiece, as he is drowned in the red, with no remorse,
The writer types the last sentence, in the depth of his soul, as he is choked by his own people, a policy inevitably endorsed,
And all your children can do is slowly start to fade away all the music, art, and literature and pretend to be content with their dull divorce,
O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more.

The colour on the skin begins to mean more than the blood that flows within,
The cross on your chest begins to mean more than the heart that lay within,
The Constitution begins to mean nothing more than the same oil-soaked newspaper that the savages keep their guns in,
And all your children can do as the value of life is reduced to a single label, is to continue smiling as everything around them is soaked in sin,
O’ Father, you said,

“There’s no power that can undo Pakistan,”

The soul is lost, the heart thrown in the gutters and the land, virgin no more,

O’ Father, your prophecy lives on no more.

Afnan Durrani

Afnan Durrani

The author is currently doing his A-Levels from Cedar College. His interests include poetry, economics, basketball and alot of Indie music.

The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of The Express Tribune.

  • Ahmar

    [Saahir Lodhi Mode] How dare you question our great Quaid. How dare you say his prophecy lives no more. Do you know what he did for this country and how much he sacrificed? You should be ashamed for writing this peace.

    No but seriously, good writing. Hard to believe that you are only in school? You show signs of becoming a great writer one day.Recommend

  • Rohan

    We Indians are more thankful ofnjinnah for cutting off the cancerous portion of our countryRecommend

  • peter pan

    Very good Very true Very Sad!!!Recommend

  • Alka Rim

    Very well written, Mr. Duranni. Your style is reminiscent of D.H. Lawrence’s (When Wilt Thou Teach The People?) and, Rabindranath Tagore’s flair (Geetanjali). I immensely enjoyed your poignant narration.Recommend

  • Hassan Mirza

    Pakistani by mind set set is only story teller and blame others and move on .today 99.99% Pakistani are corrupt and no have value of independence as they not the one who Sacrifice any thing like other things. prime minister found guilty of corruption and shameless country do nothing as the nation is them self corruptRecommend