Time Is Running Out

I picked up my pen to write my feelings,
Hands could not move tears kept flowing,
Eleven years past of bloodshed and hate,
Now no child believes on his fate,
Torn clothes scattered here and there,
Bleeding hearts and empty stares,
Funerals and processions every where,
No one recognizes anyone here,
A dreadful life it has been,
No human (Islamic Brothers) came to intervene,
Today when we are stripped off our sovereignty too,
Everyone is quite as if there is nothing to do,
Seems as if this land is of the dead,
All what everyone wants is money and bread,
But there is an other reality,
We have to get out of this tranquility,
Only the elite class is fed well,
What about the rest who dwell?
Is respect and Honor nothing to us now?
To Allah 5times a day we bow,
To what good is that brothers?
Arnt we joint together as feathers?
Help each other to get out of this mess,
Unite now or ull lose this game of chess....
Saqii......