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The kitchen's in fire,
And the streets are bare,
The
men walked in with guns
Breaking the white walls
Killed my father
With
bullets from their guns of hate
Burnt my mother
With the fire from their
matchsticks of rage
The kitchen's in fire
Fuming with cries of my
mother
And the streets are bare
Filled with carcasses all over
They said
its peace
In the televisions and radios
They said its to protect rights
In the newspapers and promises
But what I see is the blood stained face
Of a child searching for his arm
In all this pile of blood and flesh
But what I see is the smudge of the cake
Of some birthday party of
someone's love
All over the broken table in the center of this wreck.
I
see only this and many but not peace
I hear only cries and agony but not
democracy
Where is this happiness and who defines it for us
The guns
from the west or the slaves from the east?
-Aroon Che
His skin's peeled open
Like that of a dead carcasses
He signed no death or pain
Blood didn't flow out of his veins
He just laid still smiling
At Some distant memory
He slowly turned his head
To see me for what I have done him
He had no lips but only muscle
The cartilage above and the cheeks
Slowly responded to his turning
Shaking to the jerk his turn gave
His eyes, blue as sky, shined like that of smooth beaches
In the sun, under the torch I held
My men walked back a feet
As he rose to walk to me
He felt no danger but I was handy with my sword
He walked to me close as much as an inch
Panting his fresh breath on my sweaty face
Making me calm within and throw myself
On this shoulder, I dropped my sword
And the fire onto to the floor
The last I remember was the touch of his blood filled muscle
On my tanned chins.
I felt life. Walking out of me
Slowly and with care that I don't feel the pain.
I felt life. I felt mother. I felt cleansed.
Like a baby just out of the womb
Like a seed that pushes the dust to prop out
Why did i peel him off
To give him no face
Just to find the real peace
In all this chaos of human race?
-Aroon Che
A happy nation is not the one where its people get no need to work but is allowed to make money from the work they like to do. A Nation where the larger part of the working class is exploited to perform duties in the interest of few people is surely but Democratic. In such democracy, leaders are born out of those few rich classes but not from larger interest of people. Such a leadership will drain art, sport and other less profitable businesses from people's mind and plant greed among them which eventually kills everything's that divine. It happens for sure. Now or anytime.
-Aroon Che
