Monday, August 22, 2011

ode to Karachi

the klashnikovs rattle
babies sleep
an explosion echoes 
mothers weep
how infinite is the pain
fathers may never be back again
the city implodes
with episodes 
of copious fumes of hate 
and on the streets 
scarlet pathos percolate 
corpses lining street 
as predators retreat
Up Malir to Clifton down 
from Lehri to Koirangi Town
inebriate with putrid lust 
that win...

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