Poem: Karachi 1994-- Business as usual
Why cant we be at peace with ourselves? Karachi retches out its pain loudly asserting to our collective indifference; Gory heads, bloodier by the dozen, piked heads, pickled heads, packed in brine, the ruddy dye of our nasty minds; I have been reared on a diet of lies, just like the rest of the molly-coddled babes, fattened for slaughter and made sterile, formula-fed fowl bartered and bled, stuck pigs that squeal in the streets; Urban warfare six more die Karachi cries blown brains and rapid-fire rains; The birds want to stay but they are right, they must die-- so must everyone else; Some still say we are quite well, thank you, and going to be an Asian Tiger; A stuffed one, I'm sure . . . . ----- ---------- -------------- ------------- ----------------- --------------------- from The Anvil of Dreams, 1995