“The Pain”
Our tears will never stop
I ask you
Yes you
Are you the man who feels the pain of that old man in the street
Wearing rags
His face speaks of a hard life
Strife, hunger and thirst his companions
Lacking the beauty of innocence of youth
His eyes are dry now
He has no more tears now
The crying days have passed
He readies for home at last
His body is worn
His heart broken and torn apart by endless injustice
Another friend daily accompanying him
Oh he used to care
Oh how he placed total faith in the self described leaders
Failures at every turn
He exorts
Pay attention!
Believe less without proof
Words are meaningless without acts
I cannot write about the pain of others
Only my own
My eyes do not deceive
I hear the cries of the poor
See the struggle of injured spirits
forgotten by governments long disbanded
It’s our land
I implore!
Do not destroy it
Honor it as
Nature protects her own
This is a test of your behavior
Toward all God’s creatures
Great and small…..
©️ Shahid Abbas 2022
*The picture that goes along with this piece, was too graphic & gut wrenching to share. It was a picture, of an elderly man, too weak to barely walk. His precious little grandson had drowned. He was too weak to carry him, so he tied him to his wrist, as he pulled him along, not able to lift him, and not wanting to leave his body anywhere. My heart cries deeply for Pakistan & the losses of life and livelihood. Thank you my dearest Brother Shahid Abbas, and continued Blessings to you & Pakistan.” ~Maxwanette A Poetess
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