the flag's complaint

The Flag's Complaint to the PPP

The nation must hear and bear the tragic news that the PPP is officially lost at sea, missing and AWOL. Some commentators argue that it still exists in all her glory standing for democracy and the downtrodden and wretched of this land of the pure. If only this was true ....

I am saddened to say that the PPP has been hijacked by foreign and local actors who are duracell-ready to gyrate to the whims of the distant White House of Washington and the Commando House of Musharraf. Hail especially Mr 10% who is obviously keen to lead his Pervez People's Party to the gates of hell and keep them there.

Being the largest popular party across all four provinces the PPP should have been leading the fight for the restoration of those judges who stood tall against a military dictator. I can go on and on but I will leave my emotions to be encapsulated into a poem originally written by Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi an active member of the Students Resistance Movement written at the time of the death of Benazir Bhutto.

In this poem, the flag of pakistan summons the common pakistani citizen and expresses its grief on the countrywide mourning of Benazir Bhutto Shaheed, moreover it levels some complaints and reminiscises old times. The poem is reproduced in full with amendments to replace references to Benazir Bhutto's death with the impending death of the PPP.

The Flag's Complaint!

17 crore people asleep and someone cried

Wake up from apathy, Bhutto died! ( PPP died )- Wasim View

Sea of tears, a nation mourns drenched in grief

The flag adjourns! ' Thee cried with me

Thee felt my bliss Thee shed thy blood, So that I exist!

From the chains of slavery, rose the man the grace, the karma and the movement began!

With wisdom, faith and passion, beside my pole with love so pure, the consummated goal!

The moment to thou, I was handed

My colors faded, My fate stranded; between the people and the mighty tyrannts

But thee my beloved, remained silent!

My memory, though vague, still retains the cries of those bloody stains!

And again, my heart is vexed with woe burnt down streets, that gloomy show!

Now I am torn, My pole has rusted but dont let me down,

Faith entrusted! far from this dark, the fountains ply fountains of hope, that never die!

Brook of thy tears, go to the fountain thy fears how foolish, thy lament vain!

What is this hope? wouldst thou rightly know?

Be aware, wake up and it will never cease to flow!

In the best interest of nation or personal lust of power

Rains of patriotism, or alcoholic showers?

My countrymem, My sisters, My elderly peers this is the time, to shatter all fears!

He calls it right, and right you deem?

What about Quaids vision, my Iqbal's dream!

For this is the moment, the time is high stand up for the right, or i will die!

No man with stick , or khaki hide is above my land or its pride!

This post is above all an aim to stir the PPP and the nation as a whole to save the PPP.

ARISE PAKISTAN AND SAVE THE PPP

Wasim Arif - 12th May 2008, 00.05 PK Time

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