BLOOD Spatters

Yes I write, I write when its dark and I'm alone. Dark as the blood we see and alone as a caged lion we see. Always busy in thinking to get out of this miserable condition. Darkness and loneliness makes me think, and I think and think and its always about the Present. They say future is Dark but tell them to come here and see, for Our Present is Dark. Blood Spatters everywhere, like we came for this. Aah yes! I hope you got a hint, I'm talking about Pakistan. Yes, our very own Pakistan. Oceans of Blood had flown before it was born. Wasn't it an infant? Yes it was and at that time they said, "Independent State" but Trust me on this, when I say that "It wasn't at all an Independent State". It was Dependent, dependent on its folks, who were supposed to make it Independent. And they did make it one but now again when we see at our beloved country, it makes us hopeless. How can we see it in the hands of traitors and Gigantic Monsters who plunge and attack every place their eyes allow them to see. It was then that our ancestors saw Blood and now again we're seeing that and we don't have to just see them coming. There must be a way to stop them. We must ask ourselves, "Why Us?". Yes, Why Us? and the answer is right in front of us. Its because we lost the three main Morals which were the firm base of this nation, of course Being "Unity, Faith and Discipline". Remember, World is a cold place to live, If you quit you're considered dead. So carry on with what you have, believe in yourselves and things will work out.
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When Justice clashes, Go BALLISTIC.