karachi shoot out.

Desolate, sad and bereft is my mind after hearing about
The incessant, ruthless massacre of innocent school kids.
Peshawar school…where even revenge, and recrimination
Hung their heads in shame, and mortification.
Hundreds of school bags lay orphaned
The desks shocked and stunned.
The streets of humanity silent and deafened
By the piercing screams of the captive children
The air pervaded with acrid stench
And their little hearts with trepidation,
Watching their beloved teacher being set alight
In the name of unpardoning religion.
Walls riddled with bullet holes,
Classroom floors painted with blood
Blasted rooms, blighted plants,
Hallways littered with bodies long dead.
Once just a sect has now demonised into Taliban
Transformed is the meek, unassuming political pawn.
Senseless, unspeakably brutal, dastardly was the attack
Time has come to take stern steps to cope with the aftermath.
Curse will the sobbing mothers
Denunciate will the saddened fathers.
“All you cruel wongdoers ,you will die in the blazing fire of Hell”
……….Die in the blazing fire of hell

Dedicated to all the grieving parents and people who suffered in the recent Peshawar Attack..

...By Maneesha Purandare
17/12/14
WGC

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