We, The People

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02/08/2010 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Wrote this while sitting at PNB Capital Market Service Branch at PNB house on 17.04.2010. I was there for the Statutory Audit for the year 2009-2010. The 3rd paragraph was written in J.N Petit on 01.08.2010 and the 4th onwards at home at 02.08.2010.

I speak to my fellow men
And tell them stories old,

Written with truth laced
With pain and woe.

Passed on from generations,
When my fathers’ lived free,

With honesty and courage fighting

Every demon who would then flee.

When children listened to

Their mothers,
And wouldn’t look into
The eye of their fathers.

Some might say they weren’t

Treated well.
But they know not the truth, they know
Not how respect is spelt.

Reverence grew wild within
The clan.

You helped an aged fellow

Every time you can.
You holler all you want and
Abuse more than you need.

But keep your mouth shut if

The man who washed you steed

Just passes by, and fear your

Life if the truth he heard.
Today the line between new
And old is blurred,
Forgotten is the age-old psalm
Which respect taught,
Now language is all about some

Bullshit called freedom of thought.
Siddiqui F.
(17.04.2010)

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